Lyrics:
the rules every day
Wondering which version of you I might get on the phone tonight
Well, I stopped picking up and this song is to let you know why
Dear
yeah
Love, love, love
And John Lennon said
That was all you need
If you taste it once
It won't be enough
I'm hooked on a feeling
A natural
The people cry and pray
They bury their dead
Then they all go away
And here I work
And I somehow hide
From a world that rushes
By outside
But each
une rockstar eh
Faut que j'prenne mon time, faut que j'prenne mon time
Une légende comme John Lennon, une légende comme John Lennon
Faut que j'prenne
Doctor, doctor tell me the time of day
Another bottle's empty, another penny spent
He turned around and he slowly walked away
They shot him in
supposed to work all the time.
Julie Anne said John Henry I love you
Poor Selma said John Henry you're my man
Ruby said I'm gonna cook ye up some greens
Burl Ives - John Hardy
John Hardy was a desperate little man
He carried two guns every day
He shot down a man on that West Virginia line
You ought
I
Hope everybody listening to this
Has a very happy time at
Christmas and has a good
Fortunate, lucky New Year and a good
Time to be had by all
the rules every day
Wondering which version of you I might get on the phone tonight
Well, I stopped picking up and this song is to let you know why
Dear
Prince of Punks
One day you'll be
A happy monk
Is there love still in this world?
I don't know, John Lennon thought so
Is there love still in this world?
I
on the playground monkey bars I flew above the stars
I was in a Dallas disco the night John Lennon died
The DJ played "Imagine" and everybody cried
I remember
Okay, and I was standing
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care
And I worked on it with my friend
Back in 1849, times were hard
I think I
Yeah baby
This here's a story about Lost John
Lost John done flew the coop
How many long gone?
Lost John standin' by the railroad track
Waitin' for
There's daddy on his John Deere, brand new in '96
Beside me and Bandit playing fetch when I was a kid
A save-the-date, best day of my best buddy's
Old John Robertson
He wore a Stetson hat
People everywhere would
Laugh behind his back
No one cared to take
Any time to find out
What he was
(John Lennon talking)
Faddy what up mane
(My brudda, my brudda, my brudda)
I feel like lennon
(Ya, ya)
I feel like lennon
(Uh huh, ya)
I feel like
like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
Big black nigga and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, that got a Nike shop
Count
John Hardy, he was a desperate little man
Carried two guns every day
Shot a man down by the West Virginia line
They saw John Hardy get away
They
still apply to me, they all make sense in time
Chorus
But now I'm incommunicado
Driving by myself down the road with a hole in it
Songs with no
there for business every day at nine
For business is real bad one client's all he's had in quite a long long time
Then sheriff Selman's boy broke in
wish I lived in Paris and dreamed in French each night
And had a dozen children and raised them up just right
I wish I was John Lennon, free as a bird
the book of the seven seals
You know God walked down
In the cool of the day
Called Adam by his name
And he refused to answer
'Cause he was naked
John Hardy was a desperate little man,
He carried two guns ev'ry day.
He shot down a man on that West Virginia line,
You oughta seen John Hardy
John Hardy was a desperate little man
He carried two guns every day
He shot down a man on that West Virginia line
You ought a seen John Hardy
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