Lyrics:
'cause you're playing with fire
Your mother she's an heiress
Owns a block in Saint John's Wood
And your father'd be there with her
If he only could but
It's very far away
It takes about a half a day to get there
If we travel by my dragonfly
No, it's not in Spain
But all the same, you know it's
It's very far away
It takes about a half a day to get there
If we travel by my dragonfly
No, it's not in Spain
But all the same, you know it's
who was sent
I saw him down there in a long white gown
Takin' sinners and holdin' them down
John, John, won't you wash 'em away?
Make us ready for
Long handwritten note
Deep in your pocket
Words, how little they mean
When you're a little too late
I stood right by the tracks
Your face in
There's a legend of a famous matador
Who went to meet El Toro
Though he fought as he had never done before
He could not beat, El Toro
The bull El
There's a hypocrite in your town Mister are you gonna let that go by
If they hang 'em all they get the guilty that's what you say we ought to do
If they
to the rind
Any old song by brother John Prine
Sometimes that face looking back in the mirror
It make that mirror, make that mirror cold, babe
But in my
John, John, there's something wrong
The guns are found and the fox is gone
John, John, before too long
It will be me they hang it on
So send me off
When your heroes go up in a puff,
And there's not enough to hang on to
And the ones you would count on to call
They all fall down all around you
night by candlelight in Hardin's favorite bar
She'd be hanging on his arm and very late they'd leave there
Headed for the Goose Hair glad it wasn't far
Long handwritten note
Deep in your pocket
Words, how little they mean
When you're a little too late
I stood right by the tracks
Your face in
really like it raw
In the closet like the rider type of whore
By the shore, I pulled a trick on her
But I'm collect any fix when I put the dick on her
hang it where it can be seen
If our baby's dead just show the red if she's better then show the green
In a little house by the railroad track
really like it raw
In the closet like the rider type of whore
By the shore, I pulled a trick on her
But I'm collect any fix when I put the dick on her
Xannies, all that shit
And I smoke dope by the bouquet, flossing shit
Legends never die, free my OG, nigga
I go hard in this shit, legends never die
There were three men came out of the West,
Their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die.
They've
fevered brow
Whispering Jesse still rides in the mountains
Still sings in the canyons
Still lives in my heart
Words and music by John Denver
Camelot, hangs the tale
Of the enchanted vale
In the upper room
There the cup does stand
In the upper room
Down by Avalon
Goin' down by Avalon
Oh
a girl in the bar
Walked up beside him
And this is what she said
She said, a woman came by
With a letter for you
And this is what the letter said
You gotta walk that lonesome valley you gotta go there by yourself
There's no one else gonna go there for you you gotta go there by yourself
Now my
legends are made
There's just a few
That stand out in my mind
Some of them still roll
And some are lost to the grind
Now you ask me
Of the special
But he did not swing the hammer all the time
Of course he didn't John Henry had some women on his mind.
There was a woman cross the street named
John the Baptizer
By the Jordan brook
Up comes this brood of vipers
Just to take a look
John says, "There's a comin' of glory
There's
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