Lyrics:
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
Isn’t Christmas divine?
WENDY, JOHN, MICHAEL
Isn’t christmas divine?
GEORGE
Though it’s snowy and grey
WENDY, JOHN, MICHAEL
La la la la, la la!
MARY
since ya love your MAGA hat
This shit feels bassy
John Wayne Gacy
Tell all the boys there's a party in the basement
Let me get a taste of the flesh
John was the youngest horse and Molly was the old.
Molly was an old grey mare and he was a stallion bold, oh, Lordy, he was a stallion bold.
Long John
down-o
Old mother Flipper Flapper jumped out of bed
Out of the window she cocked her head
Cryin' John, John the grey goose is gone
And the fox is
down-o
Old mother Flipper Flapper jumped out of bed
Out of the window she cocked her head
Cryin' John, John the grey goose is gone
And the fox is
down-o
Old mother Flipper Flapper jumped out of bed
Out of the window she cocked her head
Cryin' John, John the grey goose is gone
And the fox is
down-o
Old mother Flipper Flapper jumped out of bed
Out of the window she cocked her head
Cryin' John, John the grey goose is gone
And the fox is
jumped out of bed
Threw back the shutter and stuck out her head
Yelled john john john well the grey goose is gone
And the fox runs away from the town oh
down-o
Old mother Flipper Flapper jumped out of bed
Out of the window she cocked her head
Cryin' John, John the grey goose is gone
And the fox is
down-o
Old mother Flipper Flapper jumped out of bed
Out of the window she cocked her head
Cryin' John, John the gray goose is gone
And the fox is
down-o
Old mother Flipper Flapper jumped out of bed
Out of the window she cocked her head
Cryin' John, John the grey goose is gone
And the fox is
down-o
Old mother Flipper Flapper jumped out of bed
Out of the window she cocked her head
Cryin' John, John the grey goose is gone
And the fox is
down-o
Old mother Flipper Flapper jumped out of bed
Out of the window she cocked her head
Cryin' John, John the grey goose is gone
And the fox is
Kimani Gray, won't you say his name?
John Crawford, say his name
John Crawford, say his name
John Crawford, say his name
John Crawford, won't you say
I don't fuck with it
you know I keep my stick
Don't leave without it like I'm John Wick
Tell me why I keep missin' my fuckin' ex
Like I gotta forget
twin you stand alone
All that grey meat's shaking on your bones
Buddy is gone can't spare you a dime
His plane went down before its time
John Wayne,
Driving across the Illinois plain
Hard times in '33
John's got a bottle and he's feeling no pain
Just the usual low down misery
Hey John don't
Old mother Flipper Flapper jumped out of bed
Out of the window she cocked her head
Cryin' John, John the grey goose is gone
And the fox is
soul to he, the Scarecrow that had birthed me
Screaming, "Ricky R.I.P."
Six the fucking slick stroke
Stomping out a bum hoe
Might turn to a John Doe
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Only you,
Only you,
Only you,make my dream come true.
Only you,
Only you,
Only you,make my dream come true.
a man there named John Gray
He's guided by the lantern he's real good with the spade
He's up in the cemetary digging up fresh graves
Don't you try
opened up the window and she popped out her head,
Crying, "John, John! The grey goose is gone
and the fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o!"
"John, John
Discuss these John MacLachlan Gray Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In