Lyrics:
It was the thirty first gathering of the
Thompson's, Joneses, and Smiths
There were tables full of chicken
Taters, collard greens, and grits
Tour was up, middle of June
She was plannin' a welcome home barbecue
Green bean casserole, Grandma's recipe
There was a knock on her door 'round
When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the murrays green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my
a starling your mother will come.
Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green
Father's a nobleman, mother's a Queen
And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring
like urine
Only rock things made for a king
Tell me tell me it was the lv
Bigger that the jeans of the
Rap floor green
That's how I gotcha
So I you
and all
Rock-a-bye, baby, your cradle is green
Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen
Sally's a lady, and wears a gold ring
Johnny's a drummer,
the sea
And the mountain tops
With the smell of green grass
And growing crops
I was raised with Waylon, Johnny, Alan
And Garth singing 'bout their own
Where
be no slow motion or still lifes of Roy Wilkins
Strolling through Watts in a red, black, and green liberation jumpsuit
That he has been saving for
my head don't know
If my light is red or it's green instead
Let the children have their reward
The results of Love we have made
Let them be who they
Hand-me-downs consist of red, white and green
Hand-me-downs consist of shit that we don't need
Hand-me-downs consist of lies, deceit and greed
With
be no slow motion or still lifes of Roy Wilkins
Strolling through Watts in a red, black, and green liberation jumpsuit
That he has been saving for
I am a little beggarman, a begging I have been.
For fifty years or more in this little isle of green,
Up to the Liffey and down to Tessague,
And I'm
Rock-a-bye baby your cradle is green
Father's nobleman mother's a queen
Sally's a lady and wears a gold ring
And Johnny's a drummer who drums for the king
of town
I had a '55 Chevy when I was fifteen
I painted it red cause I was still green
Hell I couldn't even afford to buy it gas
Had a .410 rifle
an old, old country song
Get you falling into me
Like a needle finds a groove
Where the green grass grows
Off a red dirt road
Get you feeling
All my niggas got guns to bust
Send shots like a bartender
All my fans want me make it out this though
To the fiends go by johnny no cinco
Get the green
(drums)
Tom fowler (bass)
Ruth underwood (vibes, marimba, percussion)
Bloodshot rollin' red (harmonica)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
She lives in mojave
I remember the days
When you’d come for me, Johnny,
We’d dance at Fort Howard
In the pale candle glow,
Now you’re a memory
In the depths of my
Well, I am a little beggarman, a begging I have been
For three score or more in the little isle of green
All over the Liffey and down to Segue
I'm
Only The Echo Came Back
(Barry Keenan, Jenny Yates)
Small town
Small town minds
Johnny's leaving home with a dream to find
Bust out of white bread
I am a little Beggarman and begging I have been
For three score’r more in this little Isle of green
I’m known from the Liffey down to Segue
shots' insane!
Work! Work! Work that shit!
And when you get off, get on this
Good god's green great tree, how high now?
My third eye's dry, where's my
the blunt i just get up and left
I gotta flex, like G.I JOE
I don't even got no baguettes
Right off the dome, my head is on fire
BITCH IM THE NEW JOHNNY TEST
1, 2, 3, 4!
I'm gettin' nuttin' for Christmas
'Cause I ain't been nothin' but bad
I broke my bat on Johnny's bed
Somebody snitched on me
I hid
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