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go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by

regarded as a superior liar.

Now, with man begging on his knees, clawing at the once sacred ground. It is at this very time that he crowns himself king.

We

Near the lighthouses of Ferryland, rose the purest by
His name was Ron Hynes, with a twinkle in his eye.
He sang of life and love and loss, of places

go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Go Johnny, go, go
Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by

guitars
Cross a double yellow line to who knows where
with six sets of glory a night in some bar...

(CHORUS:)
Midwest midnight
Ten thousand watts of holy

makes those people sing and dance
Hey Mr music man is there any chance

My words tell some stories of people I knew
Places I've been, some of them true

Presidential, maybe I should run
Still get 'em by the ton, sixty-five three times a month
Bag, what you doin'? Baggin', baggin'
2020 McLaren, Moe got me

their way.

Verse 1:

Whispers in the dark, secrets softly told,
In the silent corners, where the stories unfold.
Every shadow dances, with a ghostly

Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go
Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunner sack
Go sit beneath the tree by

this song, and maybe this dance
Aren't so old, if you give me a chance
So I'll take you by the hand
We'll go dancing with the band
Because we've got

remember I'm bald
Now he's testin' my patience
He reads my face and sees
I don't think it's funny
"What's up with you, man
Sad with all that money?
You ride

It's Over Now

Dan the Automator

A Much Better Tomorrow

2000

[Talking voice]
Yeah man, just left town man
I'm here, here
Had to get outta town baby
Where you standin' at?
You can pick me up at the round

niggas Nkwobi
You can't fuck with me now you in trouble
It's on sight It's more than a squabble
I don't fight we don't like to scuffle
Make a right that's

learning to love

C’mon C’mon C’mon
C’mon and dance with me
It’s easy easy easy easy easy easy easy easy
This is Freedomsville, man
C’mon and dance with me

The day my Dad bought my first guitar was a day I won’t forget
That old blue wooden six string, came with a tag and all its ends
He put me in

Hey-a, forward the music selector
We get tougher, aye
Salt and Pepa draw the people into hysterics
With the serious lyrics, right?
It's alright

I don't wanna make plans with you
I just wanna dance
As long as your hands are going
Baby I'll stan you
I'm your biggest fan
This ain't no summer

Honky Tonk Union

Roger Clyne

Real to Reel

They got married in a honky tonk bar.
They set their vows on a six string steel guitar.
He'd been in love from the moment he saw her.
All them

I met her by chance
I said I really like your pants
I know you got a man

Give me your hand
Teen romance
Give me this dance
Yeah I took a xan
I hope

was something strange
Something strange
Disco ball with the glasses
Looks like monkey head

It turned out that
It was disco head
Monkey by the glasses

learning to love

C’mon C’mon C’mon
C’mon and dance with me
It’s easy easy easy easy easy easy easy easy
This is Freedomsville, man
C’mon and dance with me

learning to love

C’mon C’mon C’mon
C’mon and dance with me
It’s easy easy easy easy easy easy easy easy
This is Freedomsville, man
C’mon and dance with me

of gold
You can walk for miles and miles Surrounded by lost souls
Then a man with a suit and tie Tells me I don't belong
I'll Prove You Wrong, I'll Prove

learning to love

C’mon C’mon C’mon
C’mon and dance with me
It’s easy easy easy easy easy easy easy easy
This is Freedomsville, man
C’mon and dance with me