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at the slamming of the door
Left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door

I said John, John, he's long gone
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home
I said John
at the slamming of the door
Left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door

I said John, John, he's long gone
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home
I said
OF BLOOD IN THE GARDEN WITH HIS LOVE (I Corinthians 1:18)
SO WE WOULD BELIEVE ON HIS NAME (I John 3:23)
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother

The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
Her first years three to six,
Playin' house and pick up sticks,
With little Jimmy todd ,the boy next door.
In the first and second grade
Her X
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother

The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
my face cool on the floor
And john, john comes by to drop off his envelopes
Still playing postman after all these years

Pull down my army surplus
of youth
My mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother

The iron ore poured
As the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels was
The Arrival 
Leaving by the same door from which he had come in, 
He finds some sort of freaks ghetto on the other side. 
When they catch sight
Beatrice
And she's coming home
Well, for sure, she opened the door
Whipped out a three-foot fishing lure
Sexually, that made me feel insecure
Like the time I
Me and my crew in a little tour show 
Learned to flip the door with the money we've got. 
The blocks stay hot getting knocked it's on 
Till one by
by George ?Papa Doc? Bush.  Music by the ?Village People? the very military "Macho Man."
 
?Company!!!?
?Macho, macho man!?
? Two-three-four.?
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Low Down Ways Track 14 3:10 
Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee)
(John Lee Williamson)
Recorded: December 17, 1938 - Aurora, Illinois- Leland Hotel
in the door
And found that Old John Joseph would tell stories no more.

The scene at the graveyard, three of us were there
Me and the gravedigger
John the Wood went out one day
To view the scene from a different angle
He stood and watched a child at play
A-tinkling on an old triangle
Dave
midnight the moon’s bright blue
I felt a hand grab the heel of my right shoe (Fuck was that?)
I looked down and it was John Woo (John Woo?)
Tied
four-pound (uhh)
And bust like four rounds, kick the door down
Get yo' ass up outta town nigga, uhh, uhh

(Five by five) Niggaz connive, I thought you knew
jewels in this snow white mink
Kanye shoes sorry no ID, John Legend flow the magnificent me
Roll hard give me molly coffee by the key
Got the weed roll
You know if I'd seen her comin'
I'd probably tried to hide
But I came around the corner
And she caught me by surprise
There was no ice cold
when i'm in goth castles.
paint myself into a coroner's office.
cut and paste take flight. avatar condore.
the patented patron saint john's wort.
making
to the sto'
Bitches wish I wrote
I said they couldn't be saved by (John Doe x2)
I slid past on the gas
Bitches looking at me
It's good x2
Like the granddaddy
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
the fence
So I ran to my room and reached for the 4 fifth
Then I seen three niggas by my back door
Looked out the bathroom window and seen two more
So I
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

Now Arnold Jones an' MaryBeth Jensen's in a 'Vette down by the Deep Rock
Had John Denver on the 8-track,
Two nations divided
By a common language
And about two hundred years of new songs and dancing
But the difference is language
And just the bits