: Johnny needs a fast car Johnny needs it bad Johnny always do the best whatever johnny has Johnny needs a fast one Johnny needs it now You got to give
Johnny 'cause the monkey's packin' a gat Drivin' over red lights speeding down the freeway Johnny Johnny get away You better beware there Johnny There's a
Pulling me down Like a rumble in the ground Crawls up from the depths With a deep down sound Johnny got a boom boom Johnny got a bam He got a...
Gibson) If heartaches brought fame in love's crazy game, I'd be a legend in my time. If they gave gold statuettes for tears and regrets, I'd be a legend
: (Leonard Cohen) Like a bird on a wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free Like a fish on a hook Like a knight from
: I am a pilgrim and a stranger Travelling through this wearisome land I've got a home in that yonder city, good lord And it's not, not made by hand
: (Dolly Parton) I'm a drifter, a driftin' drifter Got no place to call my home no more I'm a wanderer, a wandering wanderer Got no one to call my own
they were roads that I was meant to ride Like a soldier getting over the war Like a young man getting over his crazy days Like a bandit getting over
: All around the water tank waitin' for a train A thousand miles away from home sleeping in the rain I walked up to a brakeman just to give him a line
a dark dreary mine It'll form as a habit and seep in your soul Till the stream of your blood runs as black as the coal Where it's dark as a dungeon damp
above me." If I were a miller at a mill wheel grinding, would you miss your color box, and your soft shoe shining? If I were a carpenter and you were a
up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair right across his teeth And we crashed through the wall and into the street Kicking and a
retired I'd have me a car worth at least a hundred grand. I'd get it one piece at a time And it wouldn't cost me a dime You'll know it's me when I come
store (Dream on, dream on teenage queen you should be a movie queen) He would marry her next spring Saved his money, bought a ring Then one day a movie
to another land Walk a thousand miles through the burning sand Wipe the blood away from my dieing hand If i gave my self to you Would you lay with me in a
shared our thoughts Did you ever, ever notice, the kind of thoughts I got Well you know I have a love, for everyone I know And you know I have a drive
free Sometimes write and tell me how they're doing And send a picture of mother back to me Say hello to Dad and shake his poor hardworking hand And send a
Zweimeter-Mann Johnny M Punkt, mit Foto und Anschrift Immer abgelichtet mit Mic und seinem Brandstift Wird mit seinen Leuten am Bus observiert Hat ein L und ein A
