(Wm. Robinson, Jr. ) Stay with me, baby. Till Johnny comes. He'll come one day, I know it. But he's having fun He's out painting the world scarlet red. And he's left me alone to be blue. One
ground. Light another smoke and step outside. Walk inside and take a look around. As I try to remember all of my lines. Guess it's time for me to face the crowd. And give the people my time, uh Johnny
(Now, see here, Mr. Smith or whatever your name may be. ). (You seem like a pretty nice guy, so I would like you to listen to me,). (I don't want to butt into your business but I heard you
By Robert Palmer. . Johnny's always running around. Trying to find certainty. He needs all the world to confirm. That he ain't lonely. Mary counts the walls. Knows he tires easily. Johnny
Hey, look yonder, tell me what's that you see. Marching to the fields of Concord?. Looks like Handsome Johnny with a musket in his hand. Marching to the Concord war, hey, marching to the Concord
Bài hát Johnny B. Goode - Marty McFly. Way down in Louisiana down in New Orleans. Way back up in the woods among the evergreens. There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood. Where lived a country
Johnny's always running around. Trying to find certainty. He needs all the world to confirm. That he ain't lonely. Mary counts the walls. Knows he tires easily. . Johnny thinks the world would
(Palmer). Johnny's always running around trying to find certainty. He needs all the world to confirm that he ain't lonely. Mary counts the walls. Knows he tires easily. . Johnny thinks the
(Palmer). Johnny's always running around trying to find certainty. He needs all the world to confirm that he ain't lonely. Mary counts the walls. Knows he tires easily. . Johnny thinks the
Johnny's always running around. Trying to find certainty. He needs all the world to confirm. That he ain't lonely. Mary counts the walls. Knows he tires easily. . Johnny thinks the world would
Bye, Bye Johnny. . She drew out all her money out of the Southern Trust. And put her little boy aboard a Greyhound Bus. Leaving Louisiana for the Golden West. Down came the tears from her
Song Gone - Johnny Cash. I'm on the hill by Friscio Bay. Hawaiian winds blow my past away. There's a freighter there that is southern bound. I'm on my way out of this town. There's Alcatraz and the