Lyrics:
Sittin' in my F-350
I know where to park, way out in the dark
Where the stars shine down so pretty
Got the keys to the gate to the Johnson's Lake
There was a man whose memories were made up,
Of nothing.
He pushed the elevator button, and go home,
To nothing.
Yes his business had prospered
And did I tell you John Holmes was white?
Uh oh, we can't let the urban legends die
'Cause I be Mandingo and he be the gringo
It ain't supposed to go
worries and just let the music play
Everybody needs a go-to karaoke song
Bobbie Joe was a head cheerleader
Fifteen years, then another man who leave
They're hittin' on her
Every night and day
They telephone her
They try and get to her
But I know they can't
'Cause she never lets it go to her
her pain.
Let her go, let her walk right out on me.
And if the sun comes up tomorrow, let her be, let her be.
This morning I woke up alone, found
Here she comes look at her roll
There she goes eatin' that coal
Watch her fly huggin' the rails
Let her by by by the fireball mail
Let her go
me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screaming, "Jesus, save me"
You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me
'Cause
Let her go, let her walk right out on me
And if the sun comes up tomorrow, let her be, let her be
This morning I woke up alone, found a note
Let her go, let her walk right out on me
And if the sun comes up tomorrow, let her be, let her be
This morning I woke up alone, found a note
I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood
Murder I heard her when she screamed the "Drop"
'Cause her son caught the slug
Relate this to no
from Bon Secour
She makes the best fried
Shrimp and collard greens
Cold Rosé is her pour
By now you must be wonderin' how
I earn my pay i write words
Tell her that you love her
If you really love her
But if your heart just ain't sure
Let her know
Growing by the hour
Love just like a flower
the fuck am I gon' think?
When I'm in a funky sweatsuit and Syl bitchin to me
Her ass is took and I'm booked non-stop
Make the swap and go shop
I said
I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood
Murder I heard her when she screamed the "Drop"
'Cause her son caught the slug
Relate this to no
that time I was working with ah, with ah, Chick Webb's band. And
here's the right lyrics to that song. [spoken words – Lonnie Johnson]
Looking for my
dreaming of.
Third step: take her in your arms and never let her go.
Don't you know step by step; step by step you'll win her love.
She looks too
new in '64
Daddy got it right 'cause the engine was smoking
A couple of burnt valves and he had it going
He let me drive her when we'd haul off a load
Stack of bills on her kitchen table
Out go the lights and off goes the cable
If she don't pay 'em by the 15th
And it don't look like she's gonna
Johnson's Mill
I saw Becky Morgan, skinny dippin' nude.
Well I couldn't help but stop and stare
Hypnotized I stood right there
Enchanted by the beauty
it
C'mon queenie let's shake it
I said go, go, go, little queenie
I said go, go, go, little queenie
I said go, go, go, little queenie
Won't
(You've got her
So why not let me be? Let me be)
You said she means nothing to you
Yet she's always by your side
Now, just what do you expect me
lonely
But you just lived for her and slowly let me die
You know she left me for another so give her up let her go let it be
Dear heart if you won't
love that lazy feeling]
So do you feel like sleeping
[Let the world go by]
Mr Bentley yawns, he hates the daily grind
So it's goodnight,
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