Lyrics:
She's got a T-Top Camaro with a scoop on the hood
And two big speakers blasting Johnny B. Goode
Looking so sweet it oughta be a crime
She plays
hearts be led by mercy
Help us reach with open hearts and open doors
Oh Jesus, friend of sinners, break our hearts for what breaks yours
Yeah
Jesus,
to die in the wreckage
As soon as it burns, I'll be gone
I'm goin' back to sentimental Johnny (what for?)
To take in all I can (once more!)
To take
to die in the wreckage
As soon as it burns, I'll be gone
I'm goin' back to sentimental Johnny (what for?)
To take in all I can (once more!)
To take
not in a Benz
You can't be saved by that Voodoo
It don't make no sense
Nah! It don't make no sense
Lord, I'm grateful (Lord, I'm grateful)
Too grateful
will listen, please
I am an old cow puncher and here I'm dressed in rags
I used to be a tough one and go on great big jags
Once I had a home, boys,
Good news!
Look! It's Glinda!
Fellow Ozians
Let us be glad
Let us be grateful
Let us rejoicify that goodness could subdue
The wicked workings
the multitude was the Nazarene
Tried and condemned they laid
Their stripes on Him
But like He said back from
The dead came the Nazarene
Nothing good had ever
like this
When she'd have to give johnny a good bye kiss
I said bye, bye, bye, bye
I said bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye bye johnny, goodbye johnny be
While resting the other evening by the side of the road
I saw an old farmer in the field that he just hold
His face was all brown and wrinkled by
I thought that my first love would be my wife
But in junior high she moved away from here
And I thought Johnny would always be my best friend
I
dead like Sid
I'll be grateful when you're dead
I'll be grateful when you're dead
I'll be grateful when you're dead
So don't stick around too long
Riding
Burl Ives - Frankie and Johnny
Frankie and Johnny were lovers;
Oh Lordy, how they made love.
Swore to be true to each other,
True as the stars
Toughen up, toughen up, let's go.
You can hang me by the neck
Till I'm dead, dead, dead
Kiss my mouth until it's red, red, red
Don't be a dunco, forget
She's got a T-Top Camaro with a scoop on the hood
And two big speakers blasting Johnny B. Goode
Looking so sweet it oughta be a crime
She plays
about her past
Her ass be looking good inside the leggings
But I notice that she missing all her edges
I run the game just by running with the felons
be good and crispy
But we'll still be number one
And if things go from bad to worse
We can still kill them if they kill us first
If we can't
Thought I was lookin' good
So I cycled 'cross the neighborhood
Was invited by a skinny girl
Into her high class-world
Left my bicycle under
who we trust?
we are trussed
by promises like dust and the threat of chaos
and we're grateful
that's why we exercise our vote
and yes we're grateful
Thought I was lookin' good
So I cycled 'cross the neighborhood
Was invited by a skinny girl
Into her high class world
Left my bicycle under
June fell for Johnny on the 4th of July
As the fireworks popped in the summer sky
With a spark in her eye
She just sat there and stared
As his
I don't just wanna stand by you
And pretend, and pretend
It's something I wanna do
I might have just been a good book you once read
Now I'm just
could be a lawyer (really, though)
Niggas gotta get they priorities straight
(Don't see Johnny Cochran out in this motherfucker)
Really though, young
Thought I was lookin' good
So I cycled 'cross the neighborhood
Was invited by a skinny girl
Into her high class world
Left my bicycle under
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