Born the son of a sharecropper, he left school at twelve
Had to work for his family, in the fields he delved
Wasn’t long it came to be, his life was on the road
Haulin’ freight from here to there, the only life he know’d

An eye for opportunity, is what young Johnnie had
Built a fleet of freightliners from the small bits he grabbed
Partnered up with old man Sam, and the Santa Fe
Relationships he built on trust, and luck came his way

Stood six foot some in his Stetson hat, and always by his word
A billion dollar empire, at least that’s what I heard
And he always had a helpin’ hand for anyone in need
An eye for opportunity, a man name Johnnie B.