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the din
I fell to thinking about brand new wife of mad John Finn

Well, midnight came and clock did strike
And in she came, did John Finn's wife
With
he's died all in some battle slain
Or if he's drowned in, in the deep salt sea
What if he's found some other love
He and his new love both married be

If
fevered brow

Whispering Jesse still rides in the mountains
Still sings in the canyons
Still lives in my heart
 
Words and music by John Denver
Heroin, Hot Janes
Those fingers of finesse
Salo aftershave
Spend the rent on a new dress

Chi Chi at the bar
Dressed à L'Esqualita
Talks of Johns
Illegal aliens
Females, mostly Latins and Israeli-ans
The top story, evening news
I'm the shit, they been deceiving you
Drop the roof on the Coupe
Written by John Barlow/Delbert McClinton 1990
I found her number, and the note she wrote
Deep in the pocket, of a real old coat
It just got by me
if we sell that new John Deere
And then we'll work these crops with sweat and tears
You'll be the mule I'll be the plow
Come harvest time we'll work
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Everybody party down to Louisiana
Everybody jam (yeh)
Everybody come and take a ride with me
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Follow
If we sell that new John Deere
Then we'll work  these farm with sweat and tears

You'll be the mule, I'll be the plow
Come harvest time, we'll work it
for a fight
The stars don't shine upon us
We're just in the way of their light

The new girl in Tahoe has swallowed Sinatra's cum
A Russian
up with a silver string
Delivered by a fast train rearranging how I think
He said "I can't believe you even know that I exist,
I've got all of your
was a roadie
On Elton John's tour
She said "Let's go catch some Piscatore!"
I said "Beatrice, you don't eat fish no more"
She said "By G-d, you're
native soil 
And if we sell that new John Deere then we'll work these crops with sweat and tears 

You'll be the mule, I'll be the plow 
Come harvest
If we sell that new John Deere
Then we'll work  these farm with sweat and tears

You'll be the mule, I'll be the plow
Come harvest time, we'll work it
coast, East East coast

Yo when Snoop and them was kicking buildings down by your fucking house
Most of y'all was fucking quiet like a church mouse
and detour thought more 

minds with signs of minds on 8 by 10 

class when atomic lines 

You keep a deep thought, bop bought 

My planet court
[Raekwon the Chef] 
Let's get it on Kokomo 
John John Blazeini  Donna J Bird 
Yeah 
Another Persian legacy 

[Method] The Iron Lung
It's hell up in Harlem, my main man just caught a bad one
Wetted by a magnum when he didn't have none
That goes to show you that even when you're
releasing
Atoms by the millions, til the numbers increasing
Til it was burning he kept returning itself to the source
The hotter his thoughts it gave
to feed it through the ground, it's like a well. About three feet deep So I....that's right, fucking John shit himself. There was soil, it's like
(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,
dolls on a brand new day, saw what he saw, property owners who crawl to the mall, with a bad toupee and a face like he author the law, pace like he
cup.
She read Paris Match by the toilet,
Some crap on John Holiday,
I tried desperately to avoid it,
But that's when she looked my sorry-ass way.
When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man
The next day rolled down to the beach, deuce deep
Me and my new Crenshaw cutie
Coolin' on the beach and now she's rubbin' on my booty
Suck suck suckin'