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John, oh, John, John
Let's hope for peace
Oh, John, let's hope for peace
John, oh, John
Let's hope for peace
Let's hope for peace
Let's hope
"John, Marsha, John, Marsha, John, Marsha"
John and Yoko, let's hear it!
John Lennon, John Lennon, Yoko!
Let's hear them, let's get a bow, John Lennon, John, Yoko!
(Audience) John! John! John
Do what John?
Come again do what?
Do what John?
Do what John?
D what?
Do what?
Do where John?
Do where John?
Why, what, wiv whom and when?
Saw a flea kick a tree
Fooba- Wooba, Fooba- Wooba
Saw a flea kick a tree
Fooba- Wooba John
Saw a flea kick a tree
In the middle of the sea
Hey,
John brown set the tone he was a meteor in a guilty land
Abolitionist understand freedom to the despondent man
Grant said you're either one,
When he was twelve years old, he wore a thirteen shoe
A-little bitty big John (little bitty big John)
A-little bitty big John
He could do more
When he was twelve years old, he wore a thirteen shoe
A-little bitty big John (little bitty big John)
A-little bitty big John
He could do more
(Big John, big John)
Every mornin' at the mine you could see him arrive
He stood six-foot-six and weighed two-forty-five
Kinda broad
Oh well then, I, John, he a might number
Way up in the middle of the air
Well I, John he saw a mighty number
Way in the middle of the air
Got
(Big John, big John)
Every mornin' at the mine you could see him arrive
He stood six-foot-six and weighed two-forty-five
Kinda broad
He can't run
He can't play
He does things in a different way
Little John, Little John of God
He tries to speak but no one hears
A little boy's
Mad John came down from Birmingham very hastily
And from Borstal he had ran
He made it down to Torquay
Good boy Mad John
Mad John holed up
In
I'm promised to John promised to John
Can't you see that I'm promised to John
I saw her on the square and I fell in love right there
Though I was
Well who's that a writing? John The Revelator
Who's that a writing? John The Revelator
Who's that a writing? John The Revelator
A book of the seven
Now Buttermilk John played the steel guitar
It made a mournful sound
From the cotton fields of Arkansas
To the streets of that Nashville town
Well who's that a writing? John the Revelator
Who's that a writing? John the Revelator
Who's that a writing? John the Revelator
A book
Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator
Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator
Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator wrote
Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator
Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator
Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator wrote
Dear John, oh, how I hate to write
Dear John, I must let you know tonight
That my love for you has died away like grass upon the lawn
And tonight I
(Come on boy, the tape is rollin')
(One, two, one two, two two two)
John was bad
He gave it everything he had
John he prayed
For all the people
Well I heard John say, "Man, she's my gal"
I heard another say, "Man, she my pal"
Well John jumped up, then he screamed
"Well-she's may gal,
Well I heard John say, man, she's my gal
I heard another say, man, she my pal
Well John jumped up, then he screamed
Well-she's may gal, man,
This here a song, is about John W Smoke Junior
It's about bein' in love and lovin' the love that's hatin' the love
the love and the love and the hate
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