sue scarpe gialle, Johnny e sincero Non me le sgualcire, e un rock'n'roll man vero Stella sopra il mare aiutalo a sognare Con le sue scarpe gialle, Johnny
cuore Johnny fa tanto male. E mi vedevo gia serena e felice e mi spogliavo lentamente allo specchio e le sentivo le tue mani addosso ma adesso non e importante. Johnny
Preklad: My. Johnny.
scarpe gialle, Johnny e sincero Non me le sgualcire, e un rock'n'roll man vero Stella sopra il mare aiutalo a sognare Con le sue scarpe gialle, Johnny
al cuore Johnny fa tanto male. E mi vedevo gia serena e felice e mi spogliavo lentamente allo specchio e le sentivo le tue mani addosso ma adesso non e importante. Johnny
In the desert where we searched for gold The days're hot the nights're cold Hank and Joe and me walked on So bold and brave and free For days and days
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train Feeling nearly faded as my jeans Bobby flagged a diesel down just before it rained Took us all the way
Verse 1 In a vine covered shack in the mountains. Bravely fighting the battle of time. There's a dear one who's wept through life's sorrows. It's that
I prayed to feel more joy in my salvation A selfish prayer I finally came to know For the greatest joy while living comes to me when I am giving Giving
A little girl woke up deep in the dark and started cryin' The mother brought a light and held her daughter tight She thought it was so strange to hear
I cant seem to make you mind Kiss you around all the time Flying around like a bee Hurting everything i see I try everything i know To make you wont to
All my thoughts are of yesterday You couldn't bring me from them now The story says The giant peach and the way She played Crashing waves All my thoughts
HANK AND JOE AND ME (Johnny Cash) « © '59 Anne Rachel Music, ASCAP / Song Of Cash Music, ASCAP » In the desert where we searched for gold
A way out on the mountain near the sky Hiding from the cold realities of life Shaking that old road dust off my heels I give my heart and mind a chance
I may say that I don't care, hold my up head up in the air Even tell my friends I'm glad that you don't call But when the day is through my heartaches
I read the letter through a haze of alcohol A close encounter with the weak and pitiful Although my conscience said "she's absolutely right" The thought