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Oh, John Dillon James was my good time country buddy Well, we hunted, talked and fished his last days away He was just a hired farm hand, worked
remain in ya seat Young swearer, druff bearer Spitting bars with no error Head sweeper, Griff Peter John gon be a wife beater Not Dillon, no stutter Really
Peter John gon be a wife beater Not Dillon, no stutter Really hate the Queen lover Corey Glover, fucked your mother End john, so he never bother,
This country has been surprised by the way the world looks now. They don't know if they want to be Matt Dillon or Bob Dylan. They don't know if they
Now John T. Floores was working for the Ku Klux Klan The six foot five John T. was a hell of a man Made a lotta money selling sheets on the family
T. Floores was working for the Ku Klux Klan The six foot five John T. was a hell of a man Made a lotta money selling sheets on the family plan Shotgun
Parody of Sold: The Grundy County Auction by John Michael Montgomery (R. Fagan/R.Royer), Of Music (ASCAP)/RobbRoy West Music (BMI) New Lyrics
and Jerry Clower Glen Campbell's Goodtime Hour John Wayne and Marshall Dillon Roy Rogers, Andy Griffith Ben and Adam, Hoss and Little Joe And Festus
Busker John Joe May ©2004 Jon T. Howard For twenty five years John Joe May played the Underground In the alcove at Notting Hill Gate that busker
in their mouth Start a moonshine steal sleep in a tent buy some cheap livestock find some land to rent Then I'm a Cledus T. it up and down the farm
Show stopper 보여줘 여길 지배하는걸 마치 john stockton Show stopper 무릎 꿇려 바닥에 굴려 마치 정찬성 Show stopper 인간의 드럼화, 치료 목적 소음난청 Show stopper 호들갑, 오두방정뿐인 랩퍼들 입에 맞춰 포구장전
robe dangling all around your body Will you meet me Did you ever hear about William Blake T. S. Eliot In the summer In the countryside They were
ain't got music to play Now John T. Flores Was working for the Ku Klux Klan At six-foot-five John T. was a helluva man Made a lot of money Selling
Shotgun Willie sits around in his underwear Biting on a bullet and pulling out all of his hair Shotgun Willie's got all of his family there John T.
Buffett, Lyle Lovett and Bobby Gentry Jerry Jeff, Bob Dylan, Donnie Fritts, The Dead, The Doors, Patsy Cline, John Prine and more I got Jackson Browne,
they're holding their breath wishing for me to fail But these ni**as can't see me like Stevie at John Cena's house (John Cena) Big dick energy, I'm rapping
as John T. Booker got low Yeah, singin' the songs that don't rhyme Carryin' those pennies that do shine Laughin' at the minutes that fall behind, in a very
I'm so confused No one can judge me unless they been in my shoes Still working no one have it up like we do We gone get a milli when John Dough
Of the past, ause lately it all sound the same to me. Oh-oh. Will you remember Jerry Lee, John Lennon, T. Rex and Ol' Moulty? It's the end, the end
our tiny pink Tiny Pink Asses We would play detective we would be John Waynes Gun Smoking Marshall Dillon Killing all the indians with our Tiny
and the Aggies and the Hamptons They book us, won't book us, I'm Booker T. Washington, George killed, for twenty Think about it (think), that's two thousand
Streep and Mika, even John McCain. What do they have in common, this motley company? Why they've all run afoul of Donald T. Chorus: So no-one walked upon
on a crowd down at John T. Floore's A song was born Outta real life, outta real love The best ones you can't make up It just means more when you've been
copyright 1976, John Dillon
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