(Joy to the world, the Lord is come) Here was a man, a man Who was born in a small village The son of a peasant woman He grew up in another small village
Übersetzung: Johnny Cash. Hier war ein Mann.
that ass Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast
Now what was I to be, a product of this heated pa*sion Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of a*s Look how it began, nobody gave a f**k about me
Pride was the man in black Rock and roll use to be about Johnny Cash Yeah whatcha think about that Well I'm a crazy son-of -a-(bad word) But I know I
blast) 'Cause Johnny wanted to be a thug runnin' from cops out on the block, the boy was hot and didn't give a fuck (scandolous) Runnin' up in the black
in cowboy I was just a rednecked wanna be She put the boy back in cowboy That's how a woman made a new man out of me The transformation was amazing Even
I thaw a putty" Ghost, please you don't even want to know Droopy Long wrote a song, like to hear it, here it go... Ricochet Rabbit had a habit, he was
in the game Was worryin about a white boy gettin the fame They dug out the foundation Now let me give a demonstration Say you got a dope group from the
Eatin' at the cafe, 50 years ain't missed a day Six gears, John Deere's, man it's been a good year Got the rain, crops came, it was a blessing Main Street
ball like it's croquet Cause even a president can fall prey to cocaine We're all chasing a rush, maybe you're chasing a dream, chasing yourself Or making a
Pride was the man in black Rock and roll used to be about Johnny Cash Yeah, whatcha think about that? Well, I'm a crazy son of a (Bad word) But I know
the game Was worryin' about a white boy gettin' the fame They dug out the foundation Now let me give a demonstration Say, you got a dope group from the
you a sample, you ain't playin' these Kinda beats, so funky make your fingers pop If you can't find a sample you ain't got Not one damn thing for a
bars The night the promise was broken I was drunk and far away from home, Sleeping with a stranger In the back seat of a borrowed car Thunder road ... Here
I thaw a putty" Ghost, please you don't even want to know Droopy Long wrote a song, like to hear it, here it go Ricochet Rabbit had a habit, he was
's the man? Who's the man? (The Heavster, time keeps on slipping) Who's the man? Who's the man? Who's the man Phenomenon one, phenomenon two Who's the man
