Lyrics:
Cojo Nation, are you ready?
Are you ready for real country music?
Cojo music and Warner Nashville, platinum recording artist
From Huntsville,
to go
Even though he's made the dough
Lennie Johnson's lost his way
Lennie Johnson's lost his way
He's lost his mind his load is on display
Lennie
on that because the album
Has been picking up some steam
Get on the Floor was a track that
The Brothers Johnson had been doing for
An album on an end
Lum, Lum
Fergus I lum
Ohhh
Top artist with the juice
Hit that lum get loose
I get it started, I get it started (Uh)
I am the party (Uh)
Life
Ever since Miss Susie Johnson
Lost her jockey Lee
There has been much excitement
And more to be
You can hear her moanin?
Moanin? night and morn
The claim we hold is as good as gold, bonanza
Hand in hand we built this land, the Ponderosa Ranch
Our birthright is this Cartwright bonanza
We
a lot more than Hank ever did
I've done the down and out in every dark end dive
But I'll never get out of your love alive
Sam Coke met the woman
(Soni sing the Fairweather Johnson song...)
I like the Stealers in '75
I only like the Broncos when they come alive
I liked the Redskins in
I had a man
Let's call him Sam
And Sam will never understand
How we live, we are the artists
You gotta know once you dip your toes in the ocean that
Welcome to the Johnsons
Welcome to the Johnsons
Welcome to the Johnsons
Welcome to the Johnsons
They the life of the party
Shon Don
Tasha Hayward, April Rooment, kori Lewis
Ziffren Brittenham LLP: David Byrnes
Matt Johnson, Irina Volodarsky
Stephen Espinoza, La Chanda
Woods,
words, "Send for the law," uh
Two words, Freeway, slightly retarded
Fuck around, throw a clip in your artist, leave with his broad
Red, white blue,
It's high noon somewhere
I roll up with my nine, ready to draw
Cause it's high noon somewhere
Cartwright
Nancy Cartwright
Is the alt right
In
Fergus is a farmer, working the land
He's got cows and chickens, and a big ol' barn
In his plaid shirt and overalls, he's never down
He's got a smile
Johnson Flood Mississippi
Mud Black Bottom I got 'em
Lindy Hop Chop chop chop
Ch-ch-ch Charlotte Russe Turn on the juice
Hep Hep there goes
There's a place down the street we call Sam's Place
It starts a-jumpin' every evening when the sun goes down
You can always find me down at Sam's
Johnson Flood Mississippi
Mud Black Bottom I got 'em
Lindy Hop Chop chop chop
Ch-ch-ch Charlotte Russe Turn on the juice
Hep Hep there goes
O.g. bobby johnson
O.g. bobby johnson
O - o - o.g. bobby johnson
O.g. bobby johnson
Hey
O.g. bobby johnson - uh
O.g. johnson
O.g. johnson
O - o -
There's a place down the street we call Sam's Place
It starts a-jumpin' every evening when the sun goes down
You can always find me down at Sam's
Here's a happy tune you'll love to croon
They call it Sam's song
It's catchy as can be, the melody
They call it Sam's song
Nothin' on your mind
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