Tom Russell

Tom Russell - GuiltyJohnny Behind-the-Dence lyrics

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Guilty x 4

Mister Jonny behind the dence

We find you guilty of murder

Hush slavery, white slavery

Car slarking, open on snoring

And come drunkery

You are arrange now sir,

When the monkey get culry

Car shark, rustler, you are old roll hit

And plutty roll him self

Guilty x 4

You’ll to be hum from the under cut and tree with sun down

What you got to say for your last words, Jonny?

I never kill no one, they did kill him

Those were Jon rustle last words, dangerous

What about?

Don’t let it end like this, tell him I said somethin’

Those are pontray last words

How about?

What is like? It’s a flash of a fire fly night

The breath of a baffle all in the winter time

The little shadow we drive across the grass,

And lose itself in the sunset

Those are award words you form by, bastard

What ever. Hangin’, hangin’

Slack your role, slack it for a while

I think I see my sweet heart comin’

Ride many mile

Chily baley number ninety five

I’m Jonny behind the dence

What is real and what truth

It’s all the diam slow novel

Where the hell should I grabber

I’m Jonny behind the dence X 2

Oh my head it’s in the news

I’m about to die, what the hell should I lie?

Jonny behind the dence

All the West was all as one

With a bottle, a horse and a gun

Tume stum horse and cartel wars

Whiskey bottle ______(?)

What do you want from your last mil Johnny?

I’ll have a bonie and a ribay stange

Tell you exactly how I wanna cook

Tell the hang man, he can wait

I wanna drive a slam of beaf

One day I’ll bump here and rock it

Busting on a wood fire grill

Busting we see something master muggy

Medium rare, send the congress, make the bill

And horse and Cuban cigar

Forget it, your last words

When the green heals are cover by tapping lines

And the walls not really the same

What good make the money for all this land here

When the Buffalo remain to be seen

I was trick Seattle,

Look from muddle see it now,

We have God very pain in

We show our coloration, Godless rent

We have civilized this turtle

And you’re the last obla

You’re last words are those,

A piring, that’s a manner on the grass up side down

The song will bang, bang over the dust and it was left

Poison the water, cut down the trees

Kill in Indian, call it maker of destiny

Those were chose and rustle words

Snake on high way

Don’t we replace part of judge

Have me that gun and let get move

It’s time for the great escape

A Jonny behind the dence

Berry me now, on a long prary

I get the news and I’m gone

I stole a horse and now I’m on the run

The judge was all in this, the corrupt drunking clown

Let’s spill a crosy and run around

Murder, corruptions, gardens and lines

The country won’t be civilized til Jonny die

Thye put a couple of courters with my dead man

And make me carnival exibit

In the great long ride

Yeah I’m Jonny behind the deunce

That’s right, I slipped the news

You bastards____(?)

Yeah I’m Jonny behind the deunce

Yeah you ask forever one

With a bottom women and a guy

Ain’t travel rides and fast before

Once again I’m on the run

I’m Jonny behind the deunce

Yeah I’m Jonny behind the deunce

I’m Jonny behind the deunce

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