They call me Junior, I live here on the street. I earn two hundred dollars a week. I'd like to say, "Hey, thanks a lot" I know I'm missin' something. But I don't know what it is. That I don't got
My sweet child was seen across town. With some stranger man. She had a smile on her face, looked out of place. Suitcase was in her hand Junior saw it happen. Why didn't I listen to you? Hey
(Roger Taylor and Nicholas Evans). . Between men, between horses there is mistrust and fear. And it's only got deeper with the passing of years. We know this from paintings we know this from
Well, there's Frank James and Jesse James. Billy the Kid and all the rest. Supposed to be some bad cats. Way out in the West If those cats could of dug me. And my gangster ways. They would have
Little Jesse Younger was a well respected lad. Doing all he could to please his mommy and his dad. But he never planned to be the man they said that he'd become. Somehow or another now his little
There were three men come out of the west, their fortunes for to try. And these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn would die. They've ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed, thrown
solemn oath on poor John Barleycorn. They've hired men with their crabtree sticks to cut him skin from bone. And the miller he has served him worse than that. For he's ground him between two stones
solemn oath on poor John Barleycorn. They've hired men with their crabtree sticks to cut him skin from bone. And the miller he has served him worse than that. For he's ground him between two stones
solemn oath on poor John Barleycorn. They've hired men with their crabtree sticks to cut him skin from bone. And the miller he has served him worse than that. For he's ground him between two stones
poor John Barleycorn They've hired men with the crab-tree sticks. To cut him skin from bone. And the miller he has served him worse than that. For he's ground him between two stones And little Sir
"Who Do We Think We Are". (feat. Rick Ross). Intro John Legend. Who do we think we are?. Baby, tell me, who do we think we are?. Verse 1 John Legend. We can't run out of magic. It’s the only way we
