Lyrics:
dusted off them old notebooks and he wrote so dope with no filler
Now Johnny's on the road with his own live band
Tryin' to make it 'round the world, make
moonlight?
In the year of 1860, on the Miami-Erie waterway
Johnny Morehouse, as boys will do, went to the canal to play
Accompanied by his dog always both
Surrounded, as he is most days, by a
Small cadre of management
And marketing professionals
Each of them with a stake in
His career there are representatives
the days of Valley Forge
Fightin' side by side together with a fella name of George
Johnny Freedom, Johnny Freedom
You can meet him on each page
Johnny waved
He was on his way home
He waved goodbye to his comrades in arms
And all the twisted things he had seen
He waved goodbye
And the blades
Red Chip Funk
Performed by Twenty-something DJ Franklin
Lyrics and arrangement by Raymond Francisco Quinton
Produced by Rabid City Records
(C)
their friend
It's just hard enough to make up his own mind
To try to fit on a place
He wishes to be loved
By those who dare to take him funnily
The words
that ran around the kitchen drowned
So look here now, Little Johnny's on a mission,
Down to Parliament, by his own admission,
It's an argument he expects
The wind starts to howl when the sun goes down
And Johnny waits on the porch for his daddy to come home
Each morning his dad leaves him all alone
called my name and passed on by
Well he came back don't you know
With his brother six in tow
And that is how number thirteen wound up by my side.
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Proverbs 3:6, 1 Peter 5:8, Matthew 16:24
Smell the burning powder?
There's danger in the air
A voice from
called my name and passed on by
Well he came back don't you know
With his brother six in tow
And that is how number thirteen wound up by my side.
Horizon burned red
From the mountain fire
And sent smoke
Thick
That shied the sun
Gave Johnny and his clan
Time to slide on by
And move into the wood
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Jeremiah 1:5, Acts 17:25
It could have gone either way when it came down to the choice
To keep the life
and a bottle or two of booze
And thank you for taking my father
A few years after his own father went down thank you
Mercy, mercy, thank you
For not smoking
the trash bin
That lies by that old stone wall?
Keep working on your grades
You don't need to talk to them at all
Wake up, Johnny
It's midday
Why 'you living
Billy surrendered,
screamed, "I'll tell you anything you want me to say"
Sat in his own excretia, he could hardly speak he remained in a daze
Whilst cops
tight
Johnny prayed alone for God to hear it
To take his spirit away that night
The years passed by and no one saw Johnny Fedavo
The children grew
Words and Music by Bob Hartman
Everybody has to say their goodbyes
While they wipe away the tears from their eyes
Everybody bids a fonder farewell
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Ezekiel 22:30, 1 Timothy 2:1, James 5:16
There's no feeling
Like when you have a friend in need
Their heart
a better way
We've gotta get it right for the sake of little Johnny
'cause today, he looked into the eyes of his mama
This goes out to all the children
of the knights
went their separate ways. Sir Robin rode north, through the dark
forest of Ewing, accompanied by his favorite minstrels.
MINSTREL (singing):
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on 2 Corinthians 10:4, Ephesians 6:11-17
It used to be a distant call
Thought to be for some but never all
Now
to oppose them,
But on our own, together, we seek them.
They have their law and those who impose it.
We only have ourselves and each other.
They have
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