you can dawg me out Make me out, take me out Deep south, my hood got more slack Than eighty-eight cowboys ridin' on horse back Top that! the Mexicans
(Jim uh huh, Jim uh huh, Jim) Jim, I did everything that I could But your fever just wouldn't die down So I tied your horse to the wagon bed And last
'll meet again . . . And I heard as it were the noise of thunder One of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw And behold a white horse There
I'm in town But never let them say I'm mean or small Make me as big and open as the plains And honest as the horse between my knees Clean as a wind that
Cash Johnny Non Album Tracks Tennessee Stud Jimmy Driftwood / Warden Music BMI (1994) Back about eighteen and twenty-five I left Tennessee very much
me to the canyon where the sun poured down like rain Her smiling eyes and the mountain light I thought myself insane These hills have seen me runnin' till my horse
the spoon Little boy flew higher than the moon Willie wanted weapons, Wilma wanted a wool I come to school and lay down the rule Johnny with the gun
Heavy convulsion construction in your stomach tucked in Leave you with Maalox and Castor oil of toxic waste Your area's vacant with where house aroma Cat turds and horse
In 1900 you held hands and felt like you'd scored In 1910 you'd never need a horse anymore In 1920 you could dance In 1930 lose your pants In 1940 you
streets of desire You're my angel of mercy all dressed in white And I'm a smokin' gun for hire Takin' a walk on the wild side Johnny's got a habit that
the Wu is back I got my Uzi back you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up I saw Johnny sippin
Santa runnin throught their heads I'm so happy, It's so much fun to believe! Julie Anna wants a rocking horse My daughter Chealsea wants adoll that talks Little Johnny
But this could tranquilize a horse I'll bet a million in cash against your stash Cause I think mines better than yours The boy said my names Johnny
In a dark horse town, in the middle of the West Where Friday takes so long to arrive Johnny wakes up dreaming, turn's on the radio Then he jumps up plays
button Like them long legged girls with curls and tight jeans And they love cold beer round here with chicken wings Baby this new country is all about me but I love some Johnny
two to stand at either hand And one to let Bill Tenner out He had eighty weight of Spanish iron Between his neck bone and his knee But Billy took Johnny
all know...Johnny Farnham!! Some of my friends think im not up with the new music but im one of a kind because i will always like johnny farnham with
a flat brim hat And a mule skin wrap Ain?t like no other He?s a leather lover He?s a leather lover One cool cowhand Rolls a Johnny Blocher With a flick