Lyrics:
awake
I see railroad official said he's a good engineer to be a laying dead
Casey Jones climbed in the cabin...
Headaches and heartaches and all
the cinnamon
While you read me poetry by dead men
I wanted to be your girl with your hands on my skin
Stirring in the cinnamon
While you read me poetry by
Who's Johnny?
Who's Johnny?
Who is Johnny?
Who's Johnny?
Who's Johnny?
Who is Johnny?
Sometimes you're better off dead.
There's a knife in my hand
got a woman standing beside me
She really knows how to stand by her man
She's strong and she's soft and she's honest to me
She really helps me to be
the record by the fist full
By the crate full, and we grateful
When you hear the stuff of records get a tasteful
(last night the DJ saved my life)
Cause
Come on Johnny, when you gonna get here?
Alright, hold your pretty horses, I'll be there in a minute
You just get yourself dolled up, alright toots
I want him, and I need him
And someday someway woo I'll meet him
He'll be kind of shy, and real good lookin' too
And I'll be certain he's my guy
Come on, let's get the hell outta this joint
Frankie, when they get here we're gonna be dead
I know we are, we don't have a gun (Listen, we got three
(I got to hold it by my side)
Grown accustomed to her looks
(I wanna be, be your ornament)
Grown accustomed to her trace
('Cause I love you, baby,
the DJ grab the record by the fist full
By the crate full, and we grateful
When you hear the stuff of records get a tasteful
(Last night the DJ saved
Tough act to follow not too good in your shoes
(love comes a-tumblin')
You see the train come you know what to do
(love comes a-tumblin')
Johnny b
by my side
Enemy wanna dei by my side noo
As I dey do I dei dey on my grind
For this hustle
I swear no be child
For this hustle I swear
No be child
The gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born
I got a boy child's comin'
He's gonna be a son of a gun
He gonna make pretty women's
Jump
The gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born
I got a boy child's comin'
He's gonna be a son of a gun
He gonna make pretty women's
Jump
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
Oh it’s killing me
Johnny looks but he don’t
Now it’s killing me
How could I not see
Johnny was a rotten boy
Good for nothing, nothing good for you
Little Johnny Jamison jumped on a jaywire
I saw them walking by the factory
Beer glass falling on the bowling alley
Look out Johnny your father's inside
[1st verse:]
Johnny was bashful and shy
Nobody understood why
Mary loved him
All the other girls passed him by
Everyone wanted to know
How she
Shoot me dead or be good or
Shoot me dead or say that you'd die for me
All is said, understood and
All is said, understood
And clear to see
Shoot me dead or be good or
Shoot me dead or say that you'd die for me
All is said, understood and
All is said, understood
And clear to see
miss what we had, but could someone give
A message to the smallest man who ever lived?
Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?
Did you sleep
why I'm so grateful
And I'm mighty glad to say
It's good to be here - Mmm... humm...
It's good to be here - So good
It's good to be here - Yes it is
I drink alone, yeah
With nobody else
I drink alone, yeah
With nobody else
Yeah, you know when I drink alone
I prefer to be by myself
Now
me"
Well, when I was just a young one I heard my father say
That he would rather see me dead and buried in the clay
Sooner than be married to any
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