Lyrics:
St Johns
Days pass like a breath
You were right it feels like double-dutching through time
Nights all fall so fast
With you and all the shit you keep
, John, he's long gone
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home
He's sitting in a sycamore in St. John's wood
Soaking day-old bread in kerosene
Well, he
John, John, he's long gone
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home
He's sitting in a sycamore in St. John's wood
Soaking day-old bread in kerosene
Coney Island
Coming down from Downpatrick
Stopping off at St. John's Point
Out all day birdwatching
And the craic was good
Stopped off
She left St.John's one day in May
Dressed in her Sunday best
A kind man sat beside her
While she cried her way out West
She moved in with her cousin
it's good that I didn't jump off of st. Johns bridge that day
But i still
I think I'm gonna disappear, think I'm gonna disappear
I think I'm gonna
shades of grey
Just got to get to the end of the day
St. John the Divine, where I kneel and pray
Just in case I'm heading your wayward son, oh
Forget about
it be the Potawatomi
Avenging the trail of tears?
Gang violence drug killings
Mrs. O’Leary’s cow
St. Valentine's Day
And Gentleman John cut down
George: dig it in the morning
John: dig it ev'ry night and day
George: dig it in the evening
John: well, you can give it if you want it
And if you want
gun, man
(woo) like John Wick (uh)
All black, one gunman
John Wick, that's a bad man
All black, one gunman john Wick (baow)
All black, one gunman
staying in bed for 7 days?
John: ah, because...
Questioner: well, first of all,
let me say congratulations on your marriage and that
in dutch is
on the weekends and it's good for you and me
It's John D. McGurk's and it's bound to set you free
It's the Heartbeat of Good Ole St. Louie
Take a stroll down
a Louisiana fellow to the promised land, big John
(Big John, big John)
Big bad John (big John)
Then came the day at the bottom of the mine
When a timber
a Louisiana fellow to the promised land, big John
(Big John, big John)
Big bad John (big John)
Then came the day at the bottom of the mine
When a timber
a Louisiana fellow to the promised land, big John
(Big John, big John) big bad John (big John)
Then came the day at the bottom of the mine
When a timber
sees it
And he puts his money down
John Oaks, John Oaks
John Oaks, John Oaks
One day at the demonstration
John Oaks was standing up
He arrived
writin'
John the Revelator
Wrote the Book of the Seven Seals
You know God walked down on the cool of the day
And called Adam by his name
And he refused
or I'll die
Sun shine hot an' burnin'
Wer'n't no breeze a-tall
Sweat ran down like water down a hill
Dat day John Henry let his hammer fall
Lawd,
ever made
John was cool
He never did no after school
Late at night when he praised the Lord
He laid his hands down upon the bloody sword
John, St
Big John
Big John
Big John
Big Bad John
Big John
Then came the day at the bottom of the mine
When a timber cracked and men started cryin'
Miners were
a hospital with almost all o' his family (Yeah!)
Work has its dull days; it can be slow as molasses
But work with John, boy-your day just became fantastic
He
to the promise land.
Big John
Big John
Big bad John
Big John
Then came the day at the bottom of the mine,
when a timber cracked and men started crying.
Minors
of the Algonquin
If you had known John Johnston, you'd have known a gentleman
All for love and love for all, and all beside St. Mary's falls
With the woman
games, I crave a real wild man
I’m st out on JOHN WAYNE!
Bcby let's get high, John Wayne!
Does chorexo
Bcby let's get high, John Wayne!
Blue collar
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