Lyrics:
on the back of my bike
And-a we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm
I said now, overcast days never turned me on
But something about the clouds and her
rotten
A piece of my childhood it'll never be forgotten
It was just an old plywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy, two hands
rotten
A piece of my childhood it'll never be forgotten
It was just an old plywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy, two hands
I remember walkin' 'round the court square sidewalks
Lookin' in windows at things I couldn't want
There's Johnson's hardware and Morgan's jewelry
I was raised off of Rural Route 3
Out past where the blacktop ends
We'd walk to church on Sunday morning
Race barefoot back to Johnson's fence
I was raised off of Rural Route 3
Out past where the blacktop ends
We'd walk to church on Sunday morning
Race barefoot back to Johnson's fence
don't mean you no good.
Weeoooow … it sure is good … ah, do that thing Mr.
Lonnie Johnson. Mr. Lonnie Johnson, the man with
nine different feelings,
Say, is it, Elmer, I got one, I got one for you, got one to kill you, man,
got one to kill you, watch this one, G … [spoken words – Lonnie Johnson
the blues no more.
???? [unclear spoken words, James Johnson]
I'm goin'a keep that thing! [spoken words, Lonnie Johnson]
Love feels very light, but it
on the tractor ain't seen Becky all week
Somebody said they seen 'em headed down to the creek
Farmer Johnson's daughters just pulled up in a jeep
Man he knows
orders, so the roll call begin
Atkins Baker, Carter Calahan, Clement Jones, Johnson Moran
McCoy, Perkins Rivers and Revere Stepherd, Thomas Wilson
What can
Johnson and Johnson
Tote steel like Bronson, vigilante
You want to get on son, you need to ask me
Ain't no other king in this rap thing
They siblings,
20 plus years of selling Johnson & Johnson
I started out as a baby face monster
No wonder there's diaper rash on my conscience
My teething ring
Hello Mrs Johnson you self righteous woman
Sunday School teacher what brings you out slummin'
Do you reckon the preacher would approve where you
Johnson and Johnson
Tote steel like Bronson, vigilante
You want to get on son, you need to ask me
Ain't no other king in this rap thing
They siblings,
an old, old friend
Just like a used to be
Well, I know by heart the words
She wrote to me
Oh yeah, well, well
She said, "Dear Mister Johnson
Please sent
memories even time cannot erase
Old man Johnson's store, where we grew up too fast
All that remains today are echoes from the past
Used to be a boomin'
than Johnson and Johnson
Tote steel like Bronson, "Vigilante"
You wanna get on son, you need to ask me
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
They
Martha Ellen Jenkins, how long have I chased
The boys away from you
It seems like it was yesterday I turned
Bill Johnson's green eyes black and blue
the good times go?
Life was so much easier twenty years ago.
I guess I should stop by Mr. Johnson's hardware store
His only son was my friend Joe
But
don't be cream, bring her
Last seen with Bing, he got dropped between us
Shit is constant, that's why I pack the
Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who
on her mind.
Violin, sing the blues for me! [spoken words, Lonnie Johnson]
Kick it low, boys! Kick it low! [spoken words, Lonnie Johnson]
record I made for, for Okeh Records … Fallin' Rain
Blues – that was a big hit. [spoken words – Lonnie Johnson]
Storm is risin', the rain begin to fall.
that time I was working with ah, with ah, Chick Webb's band. And
here's the right lyrics to that song. [spoken words – Lonnie Johnson]
Looking for my
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