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"Johnny Ryall Lyrics"

Gypsy Honeymoon Lyrics
Collin Ellingson/Kim Carnes) Outta her head And outta her dreams There he was just the way she's seen him Lookin' at her a thousand times before Said I can't believe It's been five long years


Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
He's even more over than the mayor Ed Koch
Washing windows on the Bowery at a quarter to four
'Cause he ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Living on borrowed time and borrowed money
Sleepin' on the street there ain't a damn thing funny
Hand me down food and hand me down clothes
A rockabilly past of which nobody knows
Makes hi
Angel Lyrics
originally by Sarah McLachlan Spend all your time waiting For that second chance For a break that would make it okay There's always one reason To feel not good enough And it's hard at the end of the day
s home all over the place
He goes to sleep by falling down on his face
Sometimes known as the leader of the homeless
Sometimes drunk and he's always phoneless
Sleepin' on the street in a cardboard box
He's better off drinkin' than smokin' the rocks
Johnny Ryall

He drinks where he lies
He's covered with flies
He's got the hand me down Pumas and the tie dyes
Go upstate and get your head together
Thunderbird is the word and you're light as a feather
When The Moneys Gone Lyrics
When the money's gone Will you be my friend Float a small row boat till our ship comes in When the winter nights chill us to the soul Will you feed the fire Spin the straw to gold When the money's gone When t

Detox at the flop house no booze allowed
Remember the good old days with the rockabilly crowd
Memphis is where he's from
He lives in the street but he's no bum
A rockabilly star from the days of old
He used to have teeth all filled with gold
A platinum voice but only gold records
On the bass was boots on the drums was checkers
Luis Vuitton with the Gucci guitar
Johnny Ryall
*Who do you think you are*
Johnny Ryall

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Hell Bites Back Lyrics
Hell bites back Hell bites back You'll do the time And that's a fact Your lesson has begun No prison life Can offer back You gotta walk the line to come Now comes the time when the payment
d Tramp living in the Men's Shelter
Wonder Bread bag shoes and singing Helter Skelter
He asks for a dollar you know what it's for
Bottle after bottle he'll always need more
He's no less important than you working class stiffs
Drinks a lot of liquor but he don't drink piss
Paid his dues playing the blues
He claims that he wrote the Blue Suede Shoes
Elvis shaved his head when he went into the army
*That's right y'all his name is*
Johnny
Johnny Ryall