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down shyly at the piano and then start
(Wow)
Singing songs we'll start to knowing, silly
Sad and so mind blowing
They were undeniably straight from
forty-nine pounds from my hips on down
I like to hear that cold steel ring Lord Lord I like to hear that cold steel ring
[ guitar ]
John Henry had a little
Your old Fender Twin from Johnny's Music downtown
Still set on ten to burn this house down
Count the band in, then kick into overdrive
By the end
to swing
I'm drivin' forty-nine pounds from my hip on down
I love to hear that cold steel ring Lord Lord I love to hear that cold steel ring
[ guitar ]
John
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All Vocals: Kylis 孔惠佳
All Instruments: Johnny Choi *except Guitars by To Lee
Recorded by Johnny Choi
Mixed by 玠 @ GIG Studio
and he gon' play it like a guitar
Never have I hit a bitch that say she don't wanna fuck again
(Von)
I'm King Von from the O
The dirty lil' boy, used
lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like a-ringing a bell
Go go
Hooting laughter as you turn away to talk
Hooting laughter
From your rush to pass me by
Why not talk to me?
Walk with me?
Why not joke with me?
Smoke with
of HOLLYWOOD!
loud are the shouts of HOLLYWOOD!
and all the choices are taken,
(3-dimensional guitar solo by Kid Congo Powers)
Everybody always like Johnny's
I'm a kid with a guitar
Trying to play ?, when they ask
Where does your style come from?
I know what you mean
'Cause I learned to sing
Listening
the gold toothed look from a stiff right hook
He's proud he took for his right wing stand on Vietnam
Says he lost his brother there
He yells out Johnny Cash
pop stars
The boys came about that Mersey beat sound
From crude little sketches of guitars
Well, the wild ones don't think much of Johnny
Yeah,
it's easy to miss
Getting near to my Country pie
From the fields see that big skyline rise
Sling my guitar over my bare back
My feet slide quick over
home
To the streets where I belong
Johnny, Johnny, playing guitar
Travel the world, he always fell for the short-haired girls
Left a loner, came
Dropped out of school because he loved the guitar
We used to check him out at all the clubs and the bars
He'd rather die on the outside, fight from
of her of someone she knew
The telephone rings off the hook by her bed
The other ends Johnny with a gun to his head
He said "You always looked good in
We gon see pull up with some sticks with some guitars
I gotta keep a blick I remember times was hard
I just pull up flexing in the muscle car
You
and the ghosts
Lifting from him when the warming sun
Told him sleep now thank you
The ancestor who loved you
Before she knew you
By smuggling seeds into her
Ha ha hahaha y'all from Nashville
No, no, no i'm from the real Nashville
Ha ha hahaha
Native to Nashville, raised on the West Side
When Preston
I had a dog named Banjo and a girl named Muffin
I'd just blew in from Texas and I didn't know nothing
I found my way around this town with a friend
I want a suit just like Hank's
I want a voice just like Johnny Cash
A big Gibson guitar with "F"
Holes in the middle
A girlfriend like Dolly
gotta give it up to my homies in Brooklyn
Romeo Mt. Clemens to Metro Beat
From Huston, to L.A., back to Stoney Creek
Like I said, roll it up take
people there to love and cheer
Some of the greatest guitar playin' in the western hemisphere
Got the Who, the Band from across the north border Canned Heat
a gig down there doing one of them acoustic duos
and she told me you sat by the stage and ordered a margarita
and when it came you smiled at Johnny
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