Lyrics:
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Jeremiah 1:5, Acts 17:25
It could have gone either way when it came down to the choice
To keep the life
Thou shalt not steal if there is a direct victim.
Thou shalt not worship Pop Idols or follow Lostprophets.
Thou shalt not take the names of Johnny
the news
Yeah, man, there's hope for you
You just got to get up and dance
cnd maybe read some books by Malcolm Nance
Red chips exploded all over the world
I was born of the devil but I left him in the flames
I know there's something in my head and it loves to call my name
I've been beat by the weather
at the brokers shop
As long as he would play it by the railroad site
He wouldn't get in trouble she was satisfied
Well she never knew there would come a day
Johnny walks through the door, same place he's been before
He'll never forget it
His life a living hell and his wife he'll never tell
Does
What happened here
As the New York sunset disappeared
I found an empty garden among the flagstones there
Who lived here
He must have been a gardener
Johnny was a good man
oh yeah
Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
Just because of the system
Woman hold
interviewing people live from the street on the show a little bit later.
Yesterdays loser was Johnny. Johnny, listen up. You have been a bad boy. I don't
Execute command
Wanted by man
No reboot can fix it this time
Lightning strikes at the precise moment in space and time
John, Johnny 5 is alive
He
"the whole album")
No, I love, no, honestly, I do like the whole album but there
That, that one song, hold on, give me a second
Oh nah, this is, it's
the things you’re longing to be
Bye bye miss blue eyes
Give me just a little smile
Stop by for a little while
Johnny’s right there with her
Holding hands like
guessed it! God done over by customs, the pair of us, didn't we? So there we
are standing there, "Hello hello hello! What you been up to, you naughty boys?"
she had been
Led straight into the DeKalb dressing room
Named for the street that bisects
A couple of local neighborhoods now
Populated by yuppies but
Southern Comfort to keep by my side
I guess the heart just turned to rust
I guess this love just bit the dust
There's nothing I can do for you
It's your
on the door and it was opened
By a brown-haired girl and a baby with a teethin' ring.
I said "I seen you somewhere before
But don't stand there and block
In your natural state, you look better by the way
Hip-hip-hooray, I bought a sick whip today
Bust down Patek face, you think I'm playin' patty cake,
Johnny B. Goode
Or he be gone yeah
The struggle goes on, you've been warned
PLO from here to Lebanon
How many bombs must we drop in the Ninety-Now
Walk
there is some constitutional provisions to tax, or approach that can be used on the Congress to limit this outrageous filth.
Johnny Guitar Watson: YEAH!
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Philippians 2:9-10
Some men called Him Rabbi, good teacher, nothing more
The Son of just a carpenter who
I mean
cuz theres a fine line between a classic and a has been
as I finish sentence I notice the sadness in her eyes
it's moved me, left my mind
"Under the
Cherry Moon" And I was there
That's how I look
At it like this shit just went down
You see the mastery that
I'm surrounded by? How
On earth am I
a good clean fight
But Johnny’s been blindsided and won’t be goin’ home tonight
Seems some numbers on some papers wrote in disappearin’ ink
By money
[shooting]
[movie like speech:]
Frankie: Okay, this is the picture. Johnny's been hurt. He's been hurt bad.
Woman: Look, we can't leave him here,
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