Lyrics:
John Wesley Harding was a friend to the poor
He trav'led with a gun in ev'ry hand
All along this countryside
He opened a many a door
But he was never
I know her by her apron
And the dress she wore.
Umbrella on her shoulder,
A piece of paper in her hand,
She gonna tell old John
She want back her
on to
The glass is cut
The bottle run dry
Our love runs cold
In the caverns of the night
We're wounded by fear
Injured in doubt
I can lose myself
You I can't
handled steel like a man.
They took John Henry to the graveyard
Laid him down in the sand
Every locomotive comin' a-rolling by by by
Hollered "there
on to
The glass is cut
The bottle run dry
Our love runs cold
In the caverns of the night
We're wounded by fear
Injured in doubt
I can lose myself
You I can't
falsehearted, careless and untrue.
You built a chain around my heart, dear
But each link was only sorrow and regret
For you taught my aching heart to love you
john's balls
All my players in the house that can buy the bar
And the ballin' ass niggas with the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you don't love
the street that's green and winding
Past the bushes cypress thriving
Past the chain link fence and driving
Further down the road less travelled
There you
earn, is a link in the Devil’s chain
Every dollar you earn, is a link in the Devil’s chain
Big shot city in the heat of day,
10 to 5 through to 9
Subway
Every time we link, it be sneaky
All my hoes clean, niggas squeaky
Buy her new Chanel, I'm talkin' weekly
I could tell she goin' by how she greet
on thieves
Out here looking for ice to put in they teeth
Chain glowing shining and I'm ready for beef
Like my nigga 2 Chainz, cappuccino from the east
From
on the log
A link on the chain, fluid on the brain
I boast of hype lyrics, and yours are mardane
See I can't maintain, especially if you come back
I'm
on thieves
Out here looking for ice to put in they teeth
Chain glowing shining and I'm ready for beef
Like my nigga 2 Chainz, cappuccino from the east
From
yourself searching your mind
For the links to the chain.
When you're cold there's nothing as welcome as sunshine
When you're dry there's nothing
hold on
Mary wore three links of chain
Every link was Jesus name
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on
Hold on, hold on, keep your
Hand on that plow,
own decisions
You live and die by your own religion
Being run around is being trapped
Seized up, kept!
Wear the chains you forged in life
Link
in slavery’s chain
I see the storm clouds rise above me
The sky is dark and the night has come
I walk alone along this highway
Where strangers gather
saw the reflection of a fool
I saw the reflection of a fool.
Dragging him by his throat
Were the collar and the links of a chain,
On his shoulders
The Arrival
Leaving by the same door from which he had come in,
He finds some sort of freaks ghetto on the other side.
When they catch sight
my mind he's strong and warm
I like the picture I have drawn
He's a shadow man he's my father
He's the hidden link in my chain
He's a shadow man
di remand
Hunnid chains, cold business
Made a mil in four minutes
Had a thottie, no feelings
Coupe brainless, no ceiling
I got diamond by
Father Coughlin, wearin' the silver chain
Cash on his stomach and Hitler on the brain
In Washington, Washington
Mister John L. Lewis would sit
The ball without the game (the ball without the game)
The link without the chain (the link without the chain)
A face without a name (a face without
Stepping into line. Link it all up in a chain.
Sort of like listening to nature and the gentle sounds of John Coltrane.
Reading all the signs come along now
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