Lyrics:
behind
Out in front of the Club Tip Top they slapped the cuffs on Johnny 99
Well the city supplied a public defender but the judge was Mean John Brown
your butt again
John Brown's green, the devil is red
Mama's little baby loves short-nymph bread
The devil's dream is that he can win
But Johnny is
and Johnny-cakes
Beng-a-deng
Beng-a-deng
Brown girl in the ring
Tra la la la la
See, brown girl in the ring
Tra la la la la la
Brown girl in the ring
Tra
and Johnny-cakes
Beng-a-deng
Beng-a-deng
Brown girl in the ring
Tra la la la la
See, brown girl in the ring
Tra la la la la la
Brown girl in the ring
Tra
and a truck and a wife
And a front row seat to hear ole Johnny sing.
Yeah the TV and the truck I got on credit.
And I got that girl with a little old Woolworth
It's been ten long years since the devil laid his fiddle at Johnny's feet
And it burned inside his mind the way he suffered that defeat
In
Top they slapped the cuffs on Johnny 99
Well the city supplied a public defender but the judge was Mean John Brown
He came into the courtroom
Writers: "Country" Johnny Mathis, V. Frank & George Jones
(Changed his name from Brown to Blue)
We stood there in the courthouse room
So close yet
brown hair
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Dear, dear! What can the matter be?
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Johnny's so long at the fair
they slapped the cuffs on Johnny 99
Well, the city supplied a public defender but the judge was Mean John Brown
He came into the courtroom and stared
Of the stone buildings that would turn brown
If they were born in the town where the trees are grown
Johnny Boy, I'm all alone
Please take me home
Johnny Boy,
bonny brown hair
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Dear, dear! What can the matter be?
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Johnny's so long
Been ten long years since the devil laid his fiddle at Johnny's feet,
and it burned inside his mind the way he suffered that defeat.
In the darkest
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Dear, dear! What can the matter be?
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Johnny's so long at the fair.
He promised
johnny sang
About a thing called love
And its how are you kid and whats your name
And how would you bloody know?
In blood and death neath a screaming
and a truck and a wife
And a front row seat to hear ole Johnny sing.
Yeah the TV and the truck I got on credit.
And I got that girl with a little old Woolworth
One summer evening drunk as hell
I sat there nearly lifeless.
An old man in the corner sang,
Where the water lilies grow.
On the jukebox Johnny sang,
guy
They tried to call us a gang 'cause we were organized (oh yeah)
Shawty fire, she the flame, pretty brown eyes (brown eyes)
Something wrong, I had
Ehi, ehi, ehi dimmi wilson pickett
Ehi, ehi, ehi dimmi tu james brown
Questa voce dove la trovate?
Signor king, signor charles, signor brown
Io
bonny brown hair
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Dear, dear! What can the matter be?
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Johnny's so long
Let me tell you a story
It's a story bout a youth named Johnny
King of the ends, with his goons and his coons
Top boy flow, but your man ain't Sully
or a Johnny Cash
Somebody chewing baccer and whipping ass
I need a preacher, I need a savior, how about y'all?
Can I get an outlaw?
Let me get a outlaw
rocking a body like Nicki
but her real names Jackie used to Minaj with Johnny
Jackie was a good girl used to get in city
living independent not dependent
JOHNNY'S SO LONG AT THE FAIR, TraditionalEnglish 1770
Oh dear what can the matter be, dear, dear what can the matter be,
oh dear what can
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