I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I
Vertaling: Winter, Johnny. Die kruiper.
nobody will by and she began to cry That was in the early fall and when came the late fall Son she said the sight of you makes your mother's blood crawl
Well, darling, I'm a coming down old route number sixty-seven. I just got off the turnpike avoiding the Ohio state inspection. Johnny law followed me
