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celebrate. Who the man? Straight to the getaway van. Never made plans, hands where the game is. Hear the people scream, tell them what my name is. Chorus x 2. Charismatic Johnson blew the bar. One, two
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Verse 1. 6. 45 in the morning in december. I'm waiting for the dawning of the sunlight and remember. Your slender, fragile figure asleep beside me. You shivered and weeped as idly in your sleep a
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Intro. . Saw a man in the street with his fist in the air. Treading along with a quiet limp and a mystery glare. This could be fair he insisted in a whisper and stared me down. As I passed him, a
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(Check this). Head first into the fire,. See me cursing the entire world. I fire bullets out the mouth into a tire wall. Empires fall, others rise even higher, warfare. Is there to keep you scare
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Jamey Johnson Your hand is like a torch each time you touch me,. the look in your eye pulls me apart,. don't open the door to heaven if I can't come in,. don't touch me if you don't love me
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Song Baby Don'T Cry(Album Version) - Jamey Johnson. The three little pigs have done built up their home's. And the wolf's been chased from the door. And little Bo Peep has done found all her sheep
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john press niggaare. B we Da Band baby,. Bad boy newest generoution baby. Don't get it twiste this is not a game. My boy freddie p, my gurl Sara Stokes,. Elliot Ness, Babs bunny sara (heyya) choppa
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(G. Johnson/L. T. Benn). . (Oh, man - turn up your radios. This is. Big Sugar). . Two wrongs don't make a right. Me and you don't have a fight. Keepin' love in this family. Me and you got
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ti. ar. al. Got me the strangest woman. Believe it, this chick's no sinch. When I wanna get her goin'. Then I whip out my Big Ten Inch. Record of the band that plays the blues. Well the band that
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ti. ar. al. Got me the strangest woman. Believe it, this chick's no sinch. When I wanna get her goin'. Then I whip out my Big Ten Inch. Record of the band that plays the blues. Well the band that
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Got me the strangest woman. Believe it, this chick's no sinch. When I wanna get her goin'. Then I whip out my Big Ten Inch. . Record of the band that plays the blues. Well the band that plays
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Walk, little walk, small talk, big thoughts Gonna tell them all just what I want That street, two streets, I see you and me Hanging on the empty swings Count high, low, don't worry, my eyes are
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I'm crossing tracks. Painting tags on the walls of the metro. Paradoxical truths like modern day retro. Water and petrol, protons and electrodes. Reality I let go with pro-con anecdotes. Thoughts
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