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Anyways, this song was written by our friend Glen Shirley
Um, hope we do your song justice Glen, we're going to do our best
Inside the walls of prison my
introduce the cash lane
Tell them a story and now your duck has become lame
Tongue is what he says to lay down the facts
Our living is killed off by folsom
introduce the cash lane
Tell them a story and now your duck has become lame
Tongue is what he says to lay down the facts
Our living is killed off by folsom
John Denver, music by John Denver and Glen D Hardin
Season one
Do or die
Made in the golden years pre revolution when our digital age was an embryo
We learned our art from extreme dedication dreams
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
[Spoken]
Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream. About me. About you.
The way our American hearts beat down in the bottom of our
singing this song, out version of a John Sebastian song
Darling companion
Darlin' companion, come on and give me understandin'.
And let me be your
find out you won't change
Serving the song
Walking the range.
'John Cage had come to feel
Art in our time
Was much less important
Than our daily
rock 'n' roll song
By the last rock 'n' roll band
Goodbye, farewell, so long
This is the last rock 'n' roll song
We've played our songs around the world
St John's
Where rum is very cheap
We'll drink a health of Captain Guy
Who brought us o'er the deep
A health to all our sweethearts
And to our
yeah
What you thought its our year
I done finally got so focus what you think we stop here
We keep raking in the green thats all we touch John Deer
I
say, think of what you do,
Think of what you try to put us through.
We're just singing our song.
When you put us down, it ain't gonna get you nowhere.
8:46 i look thru the list
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in
Street
Who call themselves The Fugs
In April
They record by Harry Smith doing the
Punkiest songs yet to exist
Lo-fi noisy shit about poetry, sex and drugs
This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the Different Directions album, and has also been released on The John Denver Collection
serve,
Fox 4
Imma put a demon in the dirt
When my savior come a' lookin he gon find me in the church
I read the Bible when I wrote this song
John 4:9 is u
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
held up so high
They could barely see
They said John there's a war a brewing
Somewhere across the sea
Pick up this gun and sing this song with me
They
pronto
Our love burning hot like fronto
Nina by my side baby Rondo
Leave a n*gga, call him John Doe
(Hook)
Girls working with some ass yeah
You bad yeah
and John Deeres
We like our songs with a steel and a banjo
Spend our checks on camo and ammo
And Redneck 35s, longneck Friday nights
Love livin' life in
both with pride
And we were there when John remembered
God was on his side
We watched him on the concert stage
We watched him write his songs
And saw
cried.
Beauty and love are our riddle,
Never to answer but always to try,
And boy, did I try?
I tried with Harold and I tried with John,
I tried with Alphy
own
Broken song, empty words I know still live in my heart all alone
For the moonlit pass by the Alamo and Rose
My Rose of San Antone (smilin' John
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