Stars of the midnight ranges Shining through the night Stars of the midnight ranges Light my way tonight While my herd is grazin' Guide them til the
Пераклад: Джоні Бонд. Дзесяць Маленькая Бутэлькі.
Пераклад: Джоні Бонд. Hot Rod Lincoln.
Well, the farmer prayed for a better year And the crops were good like the Lord did hear But his barn burned down with winter near The answer came in
It had rained for 3 days straight But the sun was beginning to shine Two riders were approachin? But they were no friends of mine. Called out
miss's fine model chick, big behind bad enough to skip the line but to me she just a nine i hop up out that double o you can call me mr. bond bitch i
the small scratch Trey-fo' what you call that? Pull up my drawers girbauds and doze to pros got called By the po-po, save it for the phone doe Bond
I WONDER WHERE YOU ARE TONIGHT (Johnny Bond) « © '41 Red River Songs » Tonight I'm sad my heart is weary I'm wondering if I'm wrong or
about Guns go off and now a murder bout I'm out My raps play the part like a Get Smart secret agent in a maze and, styles blazin, Johnny Blaze and Tony
sunshine? Where is that rainbow? Who got an answer here? Tell me what I want to know Nobody knows the trouble I see, nobody cares, nobody but me And James Bond, Jackie O, Johnnie
hear you say its alright Its alright [Johnny Richter] We used to be smooth as silk so how it go wrong? How we let are love go and loose are tight close bond
Whats up everybody, is your boy Johnny Rictcher The same mother fucker you'll be seeing in pictures With a bong, a joint, a pipe, or a big bag The crickedy
days it wasn't quite the same Or maybe it was but on another level Still pushing dirt with a different type of shovel Loyalty, trust, unconditional foundation Builds everlasting bonds
GONE AND LEFT ME BLUES (Johnny Bond - Jimmy Wakely) « © '57 Vidor Publications, BMI » My weary heart for you is crying It knows it's
cons holdin' they out rons And teflons ta be streets flooded wit red ponds Like it was red dawn, bodies get found around without the heads on Judges set bonds
Lyrics by JOHNNY MERCER - Music by HARRY WARREN Annie and Ensemble: Sing tra la la la la la la la, The sun may never, never shine, But tra la la la la
of mouth, unheard about Guns go off and now a murder 'bout, I'm out My raps play the part like a get smart secret agent In a maze and, styles blazin', Johnny
go off and now a murder bout I'm out My raps play the part like a Get Smart secret agent in a maze and, styles blazin, Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in
