Black cat John Brown, your time will come Big yellow eyes, full moon is rising Black cat John Brown, your time will come Windows and fences, you?ll
John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore. His mama sure was proud of him! He stood straight and tall in his uniform and all. His mama's
Sheriff John Brown just wandered into town Looking for a cripple and a thief A black man and a woman and a lonesome guy like me Just trying to raise
There was a face on a hoarding that someone had drawn on And just enough time for the night to pass by without warning Away in the distance there's a
I'm going on the circuit, I'm doing all the clubs And I really need a song boys to stir those workers up And get their wives to sing it with me just
clearly a case for corn flakes and classics "Two teas both with sugar please" In the back of an alley While little Dirt Cowboys turned brown in their
I can hound you if I need to Sip your brandy from a crystal shoe In the corner, in the corner While the others climb reaching dizzy heights The world
When I think of those East End lights, muggy nights The curtains drawn in the little room downstairs Prima Donna lord you really should have been there
There's a dusty old gutter he's lying in now He's blind and he's old And there's a bottle that rolls down the road Me I'm young and I'm so wild And I
Snow, cement and ivory young towers Someone called us Babylon Those hungry hunters Tracking down the hours But where were all your shoulders when we
Wise men say It looks like rain today It crackled on the speakers And trickled down the sleepy subway trains For heavy eyes could hardly hold us Aching
Is there anything left Maybe steak and eggs Waking up to washing up Making up your bed Lazy days my razor blade Could use a better edge It's enough
John Brown partit faire la guerre en Virginie {2x}. Il dort au creux de la terre en Virginie, mais son nom vivra toujours. {Refrain:} Glory glory hallelujah
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my brain When it's a-swimming in my blood When I drink brown liquor, I go crazy quicker Than an old red fox on the run, run, run When I drink brown liquor
Whoa Whoa So we will dare speak As we listen to the winds smiling whispering your name and reminding Everlasting, on this not much is given and we're
Is the pretty brown driving me wild just look at you sexy as you wanna be baby you just got here tell me why you wanna leave cause everything you do
your shows your back your crib your jack your nails and all that it ain't none above it your car no gas ain't popping no tax got money don't ask he