Lyrics:
You've got to walk that lonesome valley
Well, you gotta go by yourself
Well, ain't nobody gonna go there for you
You know, you gotta go
You know,
and took him by the arm,
He said, "Johnny, come and go along with me,
Poor boy, Johnny, come and walk along with me."
John Hardy stood in his old jail
, well welcome to hell hotel
Sports cars and the gamblin', john's winning every night
Well there's certain smells john can't repel, but momma it can't be
Well there once lived a maiden down by the sea
Let me tell the story of my Annabelle Lee
We were young, we were kids by that place by the sea
And we
an end of the sanity.
Crazy shot outs giving pounds to all my niggaz,
hitting all the hookers by the dozen, cause they dig us (trick).
Fuck what you've
you, then you told your friends you saw me
Well say what you want 'cause all of mine is intact
In fact I'll have you open like a hooker's gap
I like
Velveteen Rose
Mr. John Lee
'Twas an act that you told me
The burning thoughts you harbored me
The sheriff found your sweet Marie
Floating by
is not the book
Should we do the one about the wealthy widow?
Oh, by all means
Always loved that one
Well, go on then
Lady Hyacinth
gonna thaw out the duke and he's gonna be pretty pissed off. You know why? Have you ever taken a cold shower? Well
multiple that by 15-million times,
him by his lilly-white hands
Come take him by his feet
And throw him in this deep deep well
Which is more than one hundred feet
And the wind did howl
Walker, Doobie
Lee Harvey Oswald shot by Jack Ruby
But who really shot JFK?
Man still trying to explore space
While climate change continues apace
Too many
a man
John Henry went to the tunnel to drive steam hammer by his side
Well he beat that drill till the end of the tunnel
Laid down his hammer and he
and a wishing well full of dreams
Birth place and the home of sweet Rosa Lee
Days of the old cafe have come and gone
But those memories are like an old sweet song
Y you taking this too far
Woman: Come on, get up
Man: sucks teeth Rick'll give me some money
Man: Chill out, I'll go tomorrow
Pass me a beer
Well I'm
to thinking about brand new wife of mad John Finn
Well, midnite came and clock did strike
And in she came, did John Finn's wife
With legs like scissors
the Rift Valley
In places untraceable by Rand McNally
Took a cobblestone trolley through a Mercer Street alley
The more championship rings than John
Well, the first thing I want to say is??Mandate my ass!?
Because it seems as though we've been convinced that 26% of the registered voters, not
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
La Li
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
She leaned herself against a fence
Just for a kiss or two
And with a little pen-knife held in her hand
Well
John, Matt, or Spike Lee
The motherfuckers called for back up
I guess they planned to beat the mack up
He called me a silly ass thug
And pulled
like head smooth with holes of nine
The witch returning
To bring fresh warning
And down the well
He casts the beast
So many years go by and John
and took him by the arm
He said Johnny, come and go along with me Poor boy
Johnny, come and walk along with me
John Hardy stood in his old jail cell
we'll see Bopper John...
He's gotta red hot rod and it's got white leather seats
He's revving his engine just to give those girls a treat
And he'll soon
And the hookers waitin' watchfully as they sit there by the door.
So, I'll work on the towboats with my slippery city shoes on
Which I swore I would never do
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