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and took him by the arm
He said Johnny, come and go along with me Poor boy
Johnny, come and walk along with me
John Hardy stood in his old jail cell
right out of those woods
Old Dillon had a million tales but he sung me one refrain
And I recall that song by John Dillon James
One July Monday morning
haven't talked to him, in fifteen years
Back when I had those fights with my old man
I never thought he'd be, an old man
And I didn't know, all those
take me
Respect mine, I'm livin'life by the tech 9
I'm livin' now while I'm still hea
Fuck it when I'm gone
Long as tha homies pour the beer I know
me, I'm a working man
And like my brother before me, I took a rebel stand
Oh, he was just eighteen, proud and brave
But a yankee laid him in his
out of there.
My daddy used to ride the rails
(So they say, so they say).
Soft as smoke and as tough as nails
(Boxcar Jones, old walking man
the holes that you burned in me
At six years old and you know
He never walks away
He never asks for money
He takes care of me
He loves me
Piece by
the holes that you burned in me
At six years old and you know
He never walks away
He never asks for money
He takes care of me
He loves me
Piece by
Are you ready?
New wave, new rave
New wave, new wave, new rave
Let me tell you, we're going to a party
And I hope you are hardy
So please
were right by his side and yet you denied -
[Peter]
I tell you I was never ever with him
Old man:
But I saw you too - it looked just like you
I'll follow
Meet Stan, 21 years old (look, give me a kiss)
After meeting a young girl at a rave party
Things start getting hot and heavy
In
Law man, I'm afraid you just walked in here at the wrong time
My old man's gun has never been fired
But there's a first time and this could be
in old Mexico
In Nuevo Laredo the blue Rio Grande
Was bright in the moonlight as I held her hand
She sang me a love song the whole lovely night
(One for the money, two for the show, possum up the gum tree, do-si-do!
Dooley was a good old man. He lived beyond the mill. Dooley had two
in the club goofy
You see these girls showing love goofy
They wanna blowfish like I was Hootie
Balling on these N***** like Doug Flutie
Made for tv
Well, a good ways down the railroad track
There was this little old rundown shack
And in it lived a man I'd never seen
Folks said he was a mean
girl, she's a sweet home Alabama
She could paint me a Birmingham, hot damn
If I could make it to Cheyenne or Amarillo by morning (by the morning)
Man
the evening light, when the woman of the woods came by
To give to you the word of the old man
In the morning tide, when the sparrow and the seagull fly
of cotton
Oh Lordy
Pick a bale a day
On top of old Smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
By courting so slow
For courting's a pleasure
the morning light
Then me and your old man are gonna have to fight
Start the loving in the truck and wind up in the ditch
And then the old man come a-runnin'
That's my kids and that's my wife
Who's that man, runnin' my life
If I pulled in would it cause a scene
They're not really expectin' me
Those kids
When Joseph was an old man, an old man was he
He married Virgin Mary, the Queen of Galilee
He married Virgin Mary, the Queen of Galilee
Joseph
Dooley was a good old man he lived below the mill
Dooley had two daughters and a forty gallon still
One gal watched the boiler the other watched
him by the arm
He said Johnny, come and go along with me
Poor boy, Johnny, come and walk along with me
John Hardy stood in his old jail cell
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