Lyrics:
Papa's working at the coal mines mama's lying sick in bed
They'd be better off without me one less mouth to be fed
Younger brother John is in
Let me get it here
Let me change up before it is too late
There's a broken stick
There's a wrinkle on a leaf, it's dried out
Was a good long run
Before he can be gone
And he looks at me without a sound
And I shout out "John please help me!"
But he does not even want to try to speak
I'm helpless
it don't look like no trouble there
As they head for the bar in their lumpy suits
And I slip my hand between the thighs of John Finn's wife
And they
many miles
They locked me in a prison cell to await my trial
John 'Babbacombe' Lee
John 'Babbacombe' Lee
The man who'd defend me was ill and couldn't
knew your name
Well the street only knew your name, your name
Well Walter and John, Katie and Ron
Used to hang out by the corner lamp light
Get
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon' snort her whole damn face off
Cubans on me like I'm Castro
Hit your
tree
Christmas tree, oh ooh oh, oh yeah
{piano solo by Dr. John}
Ooh, yeah, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
[Dr. John]
St.
nose dirty,
Playa haters wanna kill me,
Juvenile I know you feel me,
I'm too smart to let em' steal me,
Refuse to let 'em steal me,
Nigga fuck ya, I'ma
long, lost john.
Lost john standing by the railroad track
A-waitin' for the freight train to come back.
The freight train come back but never made a stop
the kids came by to see them,
Celebrating 30 years of holding on,
Lift a loving cup, a cup of number one.
Chorus
?Look across the table John, look across
Who the are you! get off me jOHN WAYNE!
Bcby let's get hcgh, John Wayne spin
Bcby let's get hcgh
So here I go! To the eye, of the storm!
Just to feel
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"
And he replies "I will not chase a black raven. Down here you must read and obey the omens. There`s disaster where the raven flies."
"Look here John
Uncle George and cousin Jack
Look at those fools peckin' on their back.
What joy!
That music thrills me.
It do.
Boy, it nearly kills me
Sister
sound
By working out of doors
True friendship and adventure are what we can't live without
And when you're a professional pirate
Bad Polly: That's
There's an intruder in my house
He cut my phone line, can't dial out (shit)
I scream for police, but I doubt
They're gonna hear me when I shout
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'
may
(I love you)
Look at me now sittin' all by myself
Face another sleepless night all alone
All I look forward to is lying here living this song
I
contents ..
John: no. I don't think so because...
Questioner: hitler could have been voted by the french, for instance.
John: every nation will have
Couldn’t find a job
Not even a restroom to use
Talkin’ ‘bout that Jim Crow –
Jim Crow blues
Well, John wrote a book, “Black Like Me”
Mighta heard about it
Words and music by John Kay
I fried in the sun just outside San Bernadino
Flagged me a ride in a rattletrap ford
Rollin' back east to the northern
Pistol Pete
My homies in the paint game Heavy Art-tillery (Artillery)
Lil Homie trust me
You don’t know me
If MJ is Hov
Then I guess that makes me Kobe
grift.
Look what you've done,
You gigolo.
Another hustle has been run,
But now you ought to know
That this fool
Can no longer be swayed
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