Lyrics:
mieszkał mostem
Miał butle dźwięczną niby dzwon
Bez whiskey dzień nazywał postem
A pościł raz do roku John
I nie zależy mu na niczym
I sobie leży niczym coś
him who was sent
I saw him down there in a long white gown
Taking sinners and holding them down
John, John, won't you wash 'em away
Make us ready for
endless night
Chorus
I'm breaking through the shadows, I'm finding my way out out
I won't be held down, I won't be filled with doubt no doubt
I'll rise
'cause i won't be back no more,
And that's all she wrote, dear john,
I've sent your saddle home.
Now Jonah got along in the belly of the whale,
to get along
And he won't get a chance again
And that's all she wrote (dear John)
I've fetched your saddle home
Now,she didn't forward no address
Nor she
There's no reason to go on
For tonight I wed another, dear John
I was overseas in battle when the postman came to me. And he handed
me a letter. Aw,
With that long road to Texas lying ahead, Lord Lord
Long road to Texas lying ahead
Yes sir, I ain't no great man and Lord I expect to see
A long
the entire colony have one-by-one been through
The same glorious romantic tragedy with the same three Lamia,
Who regenerate themselves every time,
and child thought they no longer needed
And before I could say, 'Where's John?'
I looked down and he was clingin' to her arm
I realized-ed that I'm wrong
hip-hoppers, won't you fly away
Fly away hip-boppers, won't you fly away
Fly away hip-hoppers, won't you fly away
Fly away hip-boppers, won't you fly away
I
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
A wretched outcast with no point of view
What could I do, just military servants
I carry out the powerful vulgarian view
I scatter gloom, do as I
I paged you, don't get no call back
Now it all makes sense
The two of us are not meant to be
So by the time you read this letter
And try to make
gotta run
They right on my tail
Time for some fun
Ain't no time to exhale
They thought I was dead
Saved by a friend
Cause they missed they shot
Now
Left right left, down the street
Getting paid freak by freak
There you see me, there you don't
You wonder will I, or won't
Is it yes, is it no?
But
I seized to drop my disses bet you felt relieved
Cause imma king and you a peasant, should be kissing my feet
John Applegarth a bitch who needs
fight, swear I'm turning into John Wick (Turning into John Wick)
I'ma start it off like this
Saw a Nigga go inside my pockets, had to cut that nigga quick
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
didn't try to get along
And he won't get a chance again
And that's all she wrote, Dear John
I've fetched your saddle home
Well she didn't forward no
'cause i won't be back no more,
And that's all she wrote, dear john,
I've (c7) sent your saddle (f) home.
Now jonah got along in the belly
knell
My love to you for what it's worth
'Twas Friday night in eighteen eighty eight
By his side was his soulmate
Now John's wife has no one
But two
when that murder talk
In the trap playing with bricks, by tomorrow, I'ma have him em' gone
Go to war with the city, ain't no fear in us
Talkin' bout what
(Skill, skill, skill, skill, skill, skill)
Never mind, you won't find no one like me
I wish
That you would see me for what I am
Instead of ignorant top
and the farm that John had|Have kept us all sheltered and warm| |I've come to this hill where John and I met|Where I buried him long years ago|No, it won't be
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