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Artists:
Johnnie Ray · Johnnie Allan · Johnnie Taylor · Johnnie & Jack · Johnnie Johnson · Johnnie Eason · Johnnie Fox · Johnnie & Joe · Johnnie Johnston · Johnnie Mazzer – and 11 other artists »
Albums:
Johnnie Be Back · The Very Best of Johnnie Taylor · The Very Best of Johnnie & Joe · The Very Best of Johnnie Taylor · The Very Best of Johnnie Taylor · The Best of Johnnie Ray [Sony] · Johnnie Ray/On the Trail · The Fabulous Johnnie Ray · The Best of Johnnie Ray [Sony] · Great Johnnie Ray – and 15 other albums »
It's Johnny's birthday It's Johnny's birthday And we would like to wish him all the very best It's Johnny's birthday It's Johnny's birthday
Ooh Johnny Johnny Johnny there is time for tears Ooh Johnny Johnny Johnny you won't make it any better Ooh Johnny Johnny Johnny you might well make
Ooh Johnny Johnny Johnny there is time for tears Ooh Johnny Johnny Johnny you won't make it any better Ooh Johnny Johnny Johnny you might well make
Ooh Johnny Johnny Johnny there is time for tears Ooh Johnny Johnny Johnny you won't make it any better Ooh Johnny Johnny Johnny you might well make
Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny he's a regular boy Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny he's a regular boy He's the best boy in the town He's good
Johnny, oh Johnny, Where do you roam? We'll always remain here, So don't leave us alone. Some say they knew him, And some just left him alone.
Oh, Johnny, oh, Johnny How you can love! Oh, Johnny, oh, Johnny Heavens above! You make my sad heart jump with joy And when you're near I just
Johnny always takes more than he needs Knows a couple chords, knows a couple leads Johnny always needs more than he takes Forgets a couple
Oh, Johnny, oh, Johnny How you can love! Oh, Johnny, oh, Johnny Heavens above! You make my sad heart jump with joy And when you're near I just
You fought all the way, Johnny Reb, Johnny Reb You fought all the way, Johnny Red Saw you a-marchin' with Robert E. Lee You held your head
here and johnnys feelin fine But johnny can't read Summer is over and he's gone to seed Johnny can't read He never learned nothin' that he'll ever
Johnny needs a fast car Johnny needs it bad Johnny always do the best Whatever johnny has Johnny needs a fast one Johnny needs it now You got
(Away away way he rode the Rebel Johnny Yuma) Johnny Yuma was the rebel he roamed through the west Yeah Johnny Yuma the rebel he wandered alone
Play the guitar, play it again, my Johnny Maybe you're cold but you're so warm inside I was always a fool for my Johnny For the one they call
type Johnny get ready and go ska tonight Early Jamaican 60's to the late 70's Johnny be good in a big ole Let's rocksteady And do on et
Uh-uh-uh uh, uh, uh-uh uh-uh-uh Johnny's in America Low techs at the wheel Uh-uh-uh uh, uh, uh-uh uh-uh-uh Nobody needs anyone They don't even
You fought all the way Johnny Reb Johnny Reb You fought all the way Johnny Reb Saw you a marchin' with Robert E Lee You held your head high
Johnny don't do it Johnny don't do it Johnny don't do it Johnny don't do it Johnny was an angel An angel dressed in black He used to hang
Johnny Day, Day Johnny Day Young Johnny Day, Day Johnny Crouching unarmed and completely alone Just a hundred yards away His enemy is set
boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read or write so well But he could play his guitar like ringin' a bell yell Said go, go Johnny! Johnny be
Johnny loves me He just told me so last night (Johnny loves her) Now each star I see belongs to me And they're all shining twice as bright (Johnny
One johnny went to the newlywed school. One Johnny did a (mike laundry) One Johnny went to the ice cream shop, to have a fit in the pantry. Go
Johnny was grown in a twisted broken down one room shack in-a the ghetto The going was tough and the ditch of survival was getting steep in-a
your eyes are green and mine are blue In the subway darkness I am watching you Oh my-my, you are so sci-fi, Please will you let me ride? Johnny, riding
a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever learned to read or write so well But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell Go go Go