Jungle Citizens. Who who wah dah. Who who who wad dah dah dah. Who who wad dah. Who who. . Horton. On the fifteenth of May. In the Jungle of Nool. In the heat of the day, . In the cool of
OUT IN NEW MEXICO. WRITER JOHNNY HORTON It was in the town of Griffin In the year of '83 It was there an old cow-puncher Stepped up and said to me How do you do, young fellow And how would you like
Words can cause our love to tumble. Jealous words are so unkind. Words can cause a heart to stumble. Or they make a waste of time Words are sweet when your love speaks them. With her heart or with
You fought all the way Johnny Reb, Johnny Reb. You fought all the way Johnny Reb Saw you a marchin' with Robert E. Lee. You held your head high tryin' to win the victory. You fought for your folks
A Cherokee chief as he dances along. Sings an Indian boogie to a white man's song Singin' "Hey-ho-a-lina". (Hey-ho-a-lina). Singin' "Hey-ho-a-lina. (Hey-ho-a-lina). Singin' "Hey-ho-a-lina" oh oh
(Lost highway). I'm a rolling stone all alone and lost. For a life of sin I have paid the cost. When I pass by all the people say. He's just another guy on the lost highway I was just a lad nearly
