Lyrics:
and trouble what he was singing about
Robert Johnson heard it made it his own
He got it started ?Now we got to carry on
Tell me who, who's gonna fill
Johnson Flood Mississippi
Mud Black Bottom I got 'em
Lindy Hop Chop chop chop
Ch-ch-ch Charlotte Russe Turn on the juice
Hep Hep there goes
named pearly lewis oh yeah a guy named kenneth adams word and a guy named mark johnson jeff wants to thank them specially I'm with it we can't forget our
a crossroad
The night was hot and black
I see Robert Johnson with a 10-dollar guitar
Strapped to his back looking for a tomb
Ah, well here comes Lucifer
When I was younger I was bitchin' in
Now I'm coming quicker than the shit that's swimmin' in my sock hole
When them teeny boppers ain't around so Johnson
on the back of my bike
And-a we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm
I said now, overcast days never turned me on
But something about the clouds and her
a crossroad
The night was hot and black
I see Robert Johnson with a 10-dollar guitar
Strapped to his back looking for a tomb
Ah, well here comes Lucifer
(Al Geno on the track)
We give that nigga shots just like Johnson & Johnson
I rock Heron Preston 'cause, nigga, I'm a junky
I know it's hard
In the depths of your soul!!!
Andy Duncan - drums
Matt Johnson - synths, instruments, percussion, vocals
Jimmy Johnson
Take Tommy Thompson
And take my best friend, Bo
Take anybody that you want
As long as she don't go
Take any boy in the world
Daddy
Wanted man by Lucy Watson,
Wanted man by Jeannie Brown
Wanted man by Nellie Johnson,
Wanted man in this next town
I've had all that I wanted of a lot
Old Mister Johnson had troubles of his own
He had a yellow cat which wouldn't leave its home;
He tried and he tried to give the cat away,
He gave
Old Mister Johnson had troubles of his own
He had a yellow cat which wouldn't leave its home;
He tried and he tried to give the cat away,
He gave
was born on a cold December
I was brought up in a shack
I've been mean, mean Johnson,
It's been down a while
Now there ain't no turning back
No, no
arguin', like, "What kind of doctor can we fly in?"
You know the best medicine go to people that's paid
If Magic Johnson got a cure for AIDS
And all
Johnson johnson
Baby I'm slippery
Baby oil
On the floor
Dripping off of me
Naughty girl
Super wet
I'm ya fantasy
He's addicted
Can't keep him off
Johnson Flood Mississippi
Mud Black Bottom I got 'em
Lindy Hop Chop chop chop
Ch-ch-ch Charlotte Russe Turn on the juice
Hep Hep there goes
twisted
But I have a secret everybody missed it
Just a nobody and I think it's a drag
But I got Mr. Johnson's head in my bookbag
[Chorus (2x)]
I
engines let `em roar
Tearing up the highway like a big old dinosaur
James dean in a mercury `49
Junior Johnson runnin' in the woods of Caroline
Even
Hello Mrs Johnson, you self righteous woman
Sunday school teacher, what brings you out slummin'
Do you reckon the preacher would approve where you
Johnson, you're wearing your dresses way too high
It's reported you've been drinking and a-runnin' 'round with men and going wild
And we don't believe you
It don't matter what they say
You can't be the Jack Johnson of today
Big Black Baby Jesus on the way
Come on, the Jesus of today
Come on...
Do it
Do
lays here
And all my friends, when they drop by
Can drop a quarter down
And hear robert johnson's cry
A flood of memories
Come wave by wave
Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke
I caught a trucker out of Philly had a nice long talk
But he's a-heading west from the Cumberland gap
To Johnson City,
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