The east coast is a woman The mid-west is a man And the west coast is the baby They will never understand And the south is where it Wants to be And america
Enter now into a place Where forests are dripping But no one seals the sap in no bottle Let it rain rich and muddy to a war And a cage of kind mockingbirds
old chew bone I got a 57 Ford, babe Painted Fireball Roberts, white and red Got a 57 Ford, baby Painted Fireball Roberts, white and red Got a 57 Ford, baby Painted Fireball Roberts
't think straight no more You make me feel like a bullet honey in the gun In the gun of Robert Ford And I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford
JOHN BARLEYCORN: A BALLAD (Robert Burns) There was three kings into the east, Three kings both great and high, And they hae sworn a solemn oath
JOHN COME KISS ME NOW (Robert Burns) cho: O John, come kiss me now, now, now; O John, my luve, come kiss me now; O John, come kiss me by
Jumpin' John (Robert Burns) Her daddie forbad, her minnie forbad; Forbidden she wadna be: She wadna trow't, the browst she brew'd Wad taste
so tall Who's gonna tell Auntie Mary About Uncle John? Lord have mercy He's gonna tell it one fine morning Aunt Mary, hey, Aunt Mary, hey About Uncle John
And I knew then I had lost what should have been found I knew then I had lost what should have been found And I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert
that I need to get out of me Though I don't know where I take it from Maybe it's the folly of youth Or maybe it's just what I've become But John Muir
his old chew bone I gotta a 57 Ford babe Painted Fireball Roberts white and red Gotta a 57 Ford baby Painted Fireball Roberts white and red Gotta a 57 Ford baby Painted Fireball Roberts
Translation: John, Elton. I Feel Like A Bullet (In The Gun Of Robert Ford).
Translation: John Wesley Harding. The Robert Frost Rag.
Translation: Robert John. Sad Eyes.
Translation: Robert John. The Lion Sleeps Tonight (Wimoweh) (Mbube).
Translation: Robert John. The Lion Sleeps Tonight.
Translation: Robert John. Hey There Lonely Girl.
