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songs in my ear
Don't want a John Doe on a John Deere
Not a John Doe on a John Deere

Well she packed her things and left this town
And I kept
songs in my ear
Don't want a John Doe on a John Deere
Not a John Doe on a John Deere

Well she packed her things and left this town
And I kept
Yeah baby
This here's a story about Lost John
Lost John done flew the coop
How many long gone?

Lost John standin' by the railroad track
Waitin' for
while
You just got on with real life
Always hoped you'd be my wife
But I never found the time
For the question to arrive
I just disguised it in
Waitin' for the freight train to come back
Freight train came back and never made no stop
Lost John thought he'd have to ride on top

Well, he's long,
Waitin' for the freight train to come back
Freight train came back and never made no stop
Lost John thought he'd have to ride on top

Well, he's long,
Breathe in the fresh as the stale hit the road
Girls ask for flicks and I'll block the pores
Eat the Al Greens, won't sniff the Kurt Blows
Mase got
and specs
Don't forget the O's that let the air in my nose
Breathe in the fresh as the stale hit the road
Girls ask for flicks and I'll block the pores
him write his songs
And saw the things we had to do
And the things that could go wrong

And if we had to start again
We'd do it in a flash
'Cause
him write his songs
And saw the things we had to do
And the things that could go wrong

And if we had to start again
We'd do it in a flash
'Cause
Well they hung John Brown in 1859
After his revolt did not go fine. 
Trying to free the slaves was a noble cause,
Like putting one's faith in
'John Cage had come to feel
That art in our time
Was far less important
Than our daily lives,
To which so many'd become
More or less inclined.
around
Elvis is dead for being fat, 500 pound
Kurt Cobain's rich as fuck he's buried in the ground
Jimi Hendrix and his amp still ain't makin' no sound
At the very start
There were whispers in the dark
And for all the world to see
There was witchcraft at its heart
And on the autumn air
The scent
Thank you very much
This next song was written by a man right here in Folsom prison
And last night was the first time I've ever sung this song
of the corps
All hate the thought of war;
They'd rather kill them off by peaceful means.
Stop calling it aggression,

Ooh, we hate that expression!
We only
He made hats for a lot of great men
But none were finer then he made for a friend
He made 'em the old way, steamed, and creased 'em by hand
He'd take
At the very start
There were whispers in the dark
And for all the world to see
There was witchcraft at its heart
And on the autumn air
The scent
John Denver, music by John Denver and Glen D Hardin
Well I'm the jibber jabber, jaw like Shabba
Franks making thanks, operating like Trapper
John M.D., yea, that's what folks tell me
I plan on going
the soul
And we gonna do it a little somethin'

With three subjects like this

Subject one is about a brother by the name of John
Who was sellin'
leave your mark
You can't follow like a bunch of sheep
You got to listen to your heart
Go bustin' in like old John Wayne
Sometimes you got to go against
Leon Redbone
Pee Wee Herman
Tom Wolfe 
And Pope John Paul have in common

They are prisoners of their wardrobes 
Prisoners of their clothes
If
in Texas, ain't no sippin' with me, mane
Still drippin' candy stains, got that drink by the pane
Cause I'm a Texas nigga, what we do Kurt Cobain

I
other lonely singers
In a world turned deaf and blind
Who were crucified for what they tried to show
And their voices have been scattered by