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Tip Taps Tip (Halcali) · Tippling at Taps (Ray Bush's BBC Jazz) · Wayne Fontana and the Mindbenders/It's Wayne Fontana and the Mindbenders (Wayne Fontana and the Mindbenders) · John Cougar, John Deere, John 3:16 (Keith Urban) · The Hero: Sovine's Tribute to John Wayne (Red Sovine) · John Wayne's West: In Music and Poster Art (John Wayne) · John Wayne's Dream (Big Country) · John Wayne Is a Nazi (MDC) · John Wayne (Billy Idol) · The John Wayne (Little Green Cars) – and 90 other albums »


I believe I'm John Wayne
They call me John Wayne

You know you've got it coming
I'll tell it to you straight
I'm coming for you very soon
I'll
Warrior
Brave as old John Wayne
Winnebago Warrior, a true Yankee pioneer

Yee-ha!

Kill some fish down by the creek
Hang their picture by the sink
In a Chevy
I'm John Wayne, Superman, California
I'm a Kris Kristofferson Sunday morning
I'm a mom and daddy singing along to Don McLean
In a Chevy
I'm John Wayne, Superman, California
I'm a Kris Kristofferson Sunday morning
I'm a mom and daddy singing along to Don McLean
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
us alone
Cause we're about John Wayne, Johnny Cash and John Deere
Way out here

We've got a fighting side, a mile wide but we pray for peace
Cause
ready for action, no fronting
Fully loaded Tec loaded ready to go hunting
So sleep and watch me let off and catch wreck
"John Wayne couldn't even stand
you better turn up, 
you got all the plugs, even wayne came to yo house"
Gold bottles in my kitchen
Candles in my restroom
And i sent her ass to my
bravado
Takin' the long way home

Now on the day that John Wayne died
I found myself on the continental divide
Tell me where do we go from here?
Think
a John Wayne movie
To remind us once again

Better drink yer glasses empty now
It's time to hit the line
You got one less cause in the world
To be leaving
All that's needed to drive them insane

John Wayne, the Alamo
Crazy Horse, Geronimo
I'll smoke a piece with you
Mind, body heart and soul
We got
All that's needed to drive them insane

John Wayne, the Alamo
Crazy Horse, Geronimo
I'll smoke a piece with you
Mind, body heart and soul
We got
The rest of the rat fam
Round and round
Like the death of a Pacman
Life of a salesman
Hiding his text
John Wayne couldn't even stand
The rein of my ex
John Wayne was a Nazi
He liked to play S.S. 
He had a picture of Adolph ole' boy
Tucked in his cowboy vest.

Well, he would string up your mama
Sure
queen in a Chevy
I'm John Wayne, Superman, California
I'm a Kris Kristofferson Sunday morning
I'm a mom and daddy singing along to Don McLean
Vivian Stanshall, trumpet. 
Say hello to big John Wayne, xylophone 
And Robert Morley, guitar. 
Billy Butlin, spoons. 
And looking very relaxed, Adolf
darling off that heezing darling 
I', surrounded by the ice it got me freezing darling 
It's plain and simple 
My change and it's natural 
Now Wayne
Stanshall, trumpet. 
Say hello to big John Wayne, xylophone 
And Robert Morley, guitar. 
Billy Butlin, spoons. 
And looking very relaxed, Adolf Hitler
U.N. and O.A.S.,*
They have their place, I guess,
But first - send the Marines!

We'll send them all we've got,
John Wayne and Randolph Scott;
in Denver
Sippin' California wine
And I've got all night to remember you
I'm in a lone star state of mind

I just saw John Wayne on the late, late
at the last moment ? especially in ?B? movies.  And when America found itself having a hard time facing the future, they looked for people like John Wayne.  But
Love's the climb 
The bite not her bark. 
I pour the milk into the cat's saucer 
I'm John Wayne as I'm walking towards her, 
She'd like to dance 
But
saw John Wayne on the Late, Late Show
Save the girl and ride away
And I was hoping as the credits rolled
He'd make it back to her someday

[Chorus]
fair
Be a chalk outline on a Hollywood Square

Lady Faye back in '52 was a fiend for fame
Not a lick of talent, paid dues, got fucked by John Wayne
fair
Be a chalk outline on a Hollywood Square

Lady Faye back in '52 was a fiend for fame
Not a lick of talent, paid dues, got fucked by John Wayne