Lyrics:
to be touched, John John
Bring the phenomenon, I cold crush
MC, inferiorities they froze up, ice cold
As we move on, saga unfold
Captivated by a saga
You're a song written by the hands of God
Don't get me wrong 'cause this might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place where all my thoughts go
Where the books were found by the golden ones
Written in pain, written in awe
By the puzzled man who questioned
What we were here for
All the strangers
today for your name
It is written on tunnels and ships
On the streets of New York
And the New Jersey slips
Be proud, sons of Erin, an Irishman he
John
I'd have written it down, the way that things played out
When she was kissing him, how I was confused about
Now she should figure it out, while I'm
the kitchen
Where the door is open wide
Glass upon a hovered carpet
Eyes are glowing in the night
It's the silence you can see
Hearing shadows behind me
This song was first released on the rocky mountain
holiday album. it is the only album it has been released on.
Hey old pal
How've you been doing
Written by Dorsey Burnette.
It's late
We got to get on home
It's late
We been gone to long
Too bad
We should have checked the time
Can't
alone.
John and Linda live in Omaha.
Joe is somewhere on the road.
We lost Davy in the Korean war.
I still don't know what for, don't matter any
Written by Eric Kaz
© 1967 Embassy Music Corp (BMI)
If you see a friend and he tries to say
A girl we once knew is losing her way
It's true
I
you own a chain of liquor stores
It's not because your daddy is the richest man in town
It's just that I've grown used to you and having you around
White chalk, written on red brick
Our love, told in a heart
It's there, drawn in the playground
Love, kiss, hate or adore
I love Jennifer
" "Okay"
"All right?" "Right"
"One, two, three "
Cheerful face is wreathed in smiles
Can see him coming for miles and miles
As he passes by he'll catch your
Write down the words as written
And never disturb the presence
Of resurrection crutch
And it's about time
It's about drawing near
Blue skies
Fahrenheit
With my warm long johns in the Wintertime
All is well so I recline by the tree
I settle my brain for a sugar plum dream
But then a great big
Hold on, hold on
Hold on to what you've got
Hold on, hold on
Hold onto what you've got
The world is changing in a biased way
And the sword
boogie
Whoa, shake a-yo' boogie
C'mon an shake a-yo' boogie
Because yo' boogie's alright wit' me
'Now John, I got it this time by myself'
runs the show
When the stage is the G-H-E-T-T-O
Which is the one to blame when bullets blow
Either Peter, Jane, or John or Joe
But Joe can't shoot
are playing
Again and again
But it`s by Julie Andrews
And not by John Coltrane
Endless balmy breezes and perfect sunsets framed
Vintage wine for
of a bald head Jesus
Yet.
There is no synagogue that was built by Jesus Christ.
There is no synagogue that was built by Jesus Christ.
He taught
They scold me, I scoff
Scofield escape, I'm off
cbove, bove
You only catch me when I fall
If ever, at all
Cuz, I break the walls
The crash is
They scold me, I scoff
Scofield escape, I'm off
cbove, bove
You only catch me when I fall
If ever, at all
Cuz, I break the walls
The crash is
They scold me, I scoff
Scofield escape, I'm off
cbove, bove
You only catch me when I fall
If ever, at all
Cuz, I break the walls
The crash is
the Lovesick Blues that were written by Hank
They all got stuck right where I am
Just like every other man
All I know about girls is
The wide world ain't
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