in the mirror. Spotty exterior hides a spotty interior. He's not your enemy. He's not your enemy, his name is not Harry. The secret of Cash and Carry.
he don't ride well anymore General Custer come in pumpin' when the men were out a huntin' But the General he don't ride well anymore With victories he was swimmin' he killed children
as thyself and show thy neighbor peace Covet not thy neighbor's house nor anything that's his Go and climb that mountain... Moses showed these words of God to all the children
This Train Is Bound For Glory By Johnny Cash & June Carter We?re gonna ride the Bible train now No some won?t ride, but we?re going get on the Bible
, a million children Fire and fear in a suicide eye Golden Stairway to a Zeppelin Heaven Rolling thunder under a New York sky Frank and Ella, Ray, what I say? Johnny Cash and Johnny
's only one God and he's not just above There's only one woman and there's only one love We doin this till all of Adam's children are freed And for that
black Tip the saint on the phone, he's a long ways from home Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the calvalry officer's son Tip the streetcar children
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here's for those who choose fights whose fruits might Never not ripen until after they life It's not right how they martyr our leaders and target our children
friends say he died for honor but there's another reason We know instead Johnny died for the red bandanna wrapped around his head Poverty was getting old, crack for cash
angels, a million children Fire and fear in a suicide eye Golden stairway to a Zeppelin heaven Rolling thunder under New York sky Frank 'n' Ella, Ray 'What'd I Say' Johnny Cash and Johnnie
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into a saxophone And through the walls you hear the city groan Outside it's America Outside it's America So I'm back in my hotel room with Johnnie Coltrane
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