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and cry [Johnny Cash] Yeaaah... Johnny Yuma was a rebel He roamed through the west Did Johnny Yuma, the rebel He wandered alone, He got fightin' mad This
How many years how many rollin' stones above Liky a Gypsy I have roamed from place to place Fortune never came to me how happy I would be Just
Growltiger was a Bravo Cat who travelled on a barge In face he was the roughest cat that ever roamed at large From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued
laughed and shook his hand And made my way back home I searched for form and land For years and years, I roamed I gazed a gazeless stare We walked
miles I roamed Just to make this dock my home Now I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay Watchin' the tide roll away Sittin' on the dock of the bay
land was made for you and me I roamed and rambled, and I've followed my footsteps To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts All around me
made for you and me Well, I roamed and I rambled, and I followed my footsteps To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts While all around me
I was born across the river In the mountains where I call home Lord, times were good there Don't know why I ever roamed Oh, Tennessee River
Long long ago in old Wyoming lived a maid Fair as the sweetest flower bloomin' in the shade She loved a bandit bold who roamed the prairie o'er
Her white apron wrapped around her He took her for a swan But a hush and a sigh 'Twas his own Molly Ban He roamed near the place Where his true
here for a guitar man We don't need a guitar man, son So I slept in the hobo jungles Roamed a thousand miles of track Till I found myself in Mobile
around here for a guitar man We don't need a guitar man, son So I slept in the hobo jungles I roamed a thousand miles of track Till I found myself in
I've roamed this whole wide world over Made mistakes when I knew I was wrong But I hope and I pray you'll forgive me When I've sang my last hillbilly
for a guitar man We don't need a guitar man, son So I slept in the hobo jungles Roamed a thousand miles of track Till I found myself in Mobile
me heart and I roamed the world free To the east with the lark, To the west with the sea And I searched all the world and I scanned all the skies
me alone It's two thousand miles I roamed Just to make this dock my home Now, I'm just
here for a guitar man We don't need a guitar man, son So I slept in the hobo jungles Roamed a thousand miles of track Till I found myself in Mobile
I've roamed this whole wide world over Made mistakes when I knew I was wrong But I hope and I pray you'll forgive me When I've sang my last
Johnny Yuma was a rebel He roamed through the west Did Johnny Yuma, the rebel He wandered alone He got fightin' mad This rebel lad He packed
It's two thousand miles I roamed Just to make this dock my home Now, I'm just gonna sit At the dock of the bay Watching the tide roll away Owee,
boy was a runaway boy Very much like you So, he claimed the hills and roamed the woods and valleys Just get up and go became his golden rule
on sight, or taken for a ride By them dirty cold operator gun thugs, that roamed from town to town A-shooting down the union men, where e'er they may be
made for you and me Well, I roamed and I rambled, and I followed my footsteps To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts While all around me
Her white apron wrapped around her He took her for a swan But a hush and a sigh 'Twas his own Molly Ban He roamed near the place Where his true
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