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In the Spring of Forty-seven,
So the story, it is told,
Old John Sutter went to the mill site
Found a piece of shining gold.

Well, he took it
Go tell the sheriff, john roland wood's found jesus
Now he's living at the foot of the cross
He testified on the main drag this evening
Said he's
up all in his arms
And kisses gave her one, two and three
Then weep no more, my own true love
I am your long lost John Riley
Saying weep no more, my
Go tell the Sheriff
John Roland Woods found Jesus
Now he's livin' at the foot of the cross
He testified on the main drag this evening
Said his
Go tell the sheriff, John Roland Wood's found Jesus
Now he's living at the foot of the cross
He testified on the main drag this evening
Said he's
arms so strong
And kisses he gave her one two three
Said weep no more my own true love
I am your long lost John Riley

Said weep no more my own true
the in-between
Baby, babe, it's gonna be alright, alright
We are lost, sat down, disappoint and jerked around
In this cold, cold world
I will always be by your
one when thinking of each other
More than partners much more than pieces more than friends
 
Words and music by John Denver
Written by Jean Frankfurter (Music)
And John Moering (Lyrics)
Each night I dream
The same old dream
I cannot forget it seems
The beach where I found
arms so strong
And kisses he gave her one two three
Said weep no more my own true love
I am your long lost John Riley

Said weep no more my own true
Sheriff John Brown just wandered into town
Looking for a cripple and a thief
A black man and a woman and a lonesome guy like me
Just trying
why I'm here.

John's gone, found dead, 
He dies high, he's brown bread. 
Later said to have drowned in his bed.
After the laughter, the wave
and around, I've been lost, I've been found
I've seen love face to face in my dreams
And the things that I know and the things that I show
Are not always just
Animals will bear their fangs
Pope will join a gang
We'll all get new shoes
When Ringo buys a rifle

Buildings come crashing down
Lost things will be found
of a virgin love 
But nobody knows what he was speaking of 

It all goes around 
Some break free, some break down 
Some get lost and some get found
and around, I've been lost, I've been found
I've seen love face to face in my dreams
And the things that I know and the things that I show
Are not always just
Words and music by John Kay and Michael Wilk
It used to be when things weren't right
I do my share and join the fight
And would surely stand
Words and music by John Kay and Michael Wilk
It used to be when things weren't right
I do my share and join the fight
And would surely stand
around 
From one state ward to another 
Like I was an orphaned shoe from the lost and found 
Always missing the other

They gave me a harp last
It used to be that old John Wayne
Would fight the good fight once again,
Find the strength to bear the pain,
Stand up til he'd finally fall.

But now
needed cash
I lost my car when they found my stash

Cuffed and collared by the governments finest kind
Cruel winds are always blowing colder
think it fell by your gate
Well it's not in my van, so I checked my jeep
Limited edition 4x4 with leather seats
Looked in the ashtray and only found
to get by
So she reaches for her purse, grab the bag and the needle
Tie a sock her arm and start shooting up the diesel
Had a flesh back, screwing some
Carlos was born in killa cali
Was walking down an alley and caught a 
Bullet in his head that left him bleeding badly
He lost everything at that
Capture girls in crowns
Snap, crackle and stomp
That's what I found
The abyss that sits in-between the one that holds the mic and those that 
don't even