Teksty:
Johnny And The Moon

While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse When I raise my trigga finga all y'all niggaz hit the decks 'Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and

Saloon Just one look will tell you that this town was real A secluded old dirt road leads up to Boot Hill Walk up to the fence there and look at the

and dine drink the finest wine Ice over Cristal Lay back peep the the scenery still and a pimp smile In a little while, better time and ride out To tha finest hideout, silver wrist and

been having too much fun We've been laughing loud all night And woke up everyone We've been swapping lies and swatting flies And showing our country class And

my freedom of expression or action Johnny says, "I'll walk the line" With three hots and a cot and a lot of talk With lock-up, concrete, and steel Well, it's cold and

words you said to me still vibrating in the air The elm, the ash and the linden tree, the dark and deep, enchanted sea The trembling moon and the stars

mother had And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye He was big and bent and gray and old And I looked at him and my blood ran cold And I said

of things But I don't know a lot of other things...Yeah Yeah Yeah CHORUS Well I've been to Harlem County And I've seen Paris, Texas And I've spent

While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse When I raise my trigga finga all y'all niggaz hit the decks 'Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and