John The Revelator Son House

Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator Who's that writin', John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals Now God walked down in the cool

John The Revelator (Alternate Take) Son House

"Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator Who's that writin', John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals Now God walked down in the cool

John The Revelator John Mellencamp

John The Revelator Who's that a writing? John The Revelator Who's that a writing? John The Revelator A book of the seven seals. Tell me what's John a writing?

John The Revelator Blind Willie Johnson

John The Revelator Who's that a writing? John The Revelator Who's that a writing? John The Revelator A book of the seven seals Tell me what's John a writing?

John The Revelator Various Artists

Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator Wrote the book of the seven seals Who's that writin', John the

John The Revelator Gaither Vocal Band

Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator. Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator. Who's that writin', John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals.

John The Revelator Depeche Mode

John the Revelator Put him in an elevator Take him up to the highest high Take him up to the top where the mountains stop Let him tell his book of lies John the Revelator He's a smooth operator

Rain Down On Me Santana

Come fill me up Oh, when I'm dry and cold and when I feel emptied out With voice I shout Oh, and awaits the listen of the words to land upon I play my cards But it's by the grace of love that I play

Cannon The White Stripes

unlocked i'm lookin' at this sound That chime out of nowhere yeah, nowhere whoo wheels turnin' scratchin' and burnin' yeah i fought guns tanks cannon cannon yeah tell me who's that writin' john

Cannon White Stripes

unlocked i'm lookin' at this sound That chime out of nowhere yeah, nowhere whoo wheels turnin' scratchin' and burnin' yeah i fought guns tanks cannon cannon yeah tell me who's that writin' john

John The Revelator (UNKLE RE Construction) Depeche Mode

John the Revelator Put him in an elevator Take him up to the highest high Take him up to the top where the mountains stop Let him tell his book of lies John the Revelator He's a smooth operator

Revelator Gillian Welch

Darling remember from when you come to me that Im the pretender, Im not what Im supposed to be but who could know, lf Im a traitor? times the revelator, revelator.

Revelator Allison Moorer

Darling remember from when you come to me That Im the pretender, I?m not what I'm supposed to be But who could know, lf I'm a traitor?

Fortunate Son John Fogerty

made to wave the flag, Ooh, they're red, whit and blue. And when the band plays "Hail to the chief", they point the cannon right at you. It ain't me, it ain't me. I ain't no senator's son.

Calling The Maker Aimee Allen

stones Call on Jesus, bring us home I ain't done nothin' but love I ain't done nothin' but... love All hands are calling the maker Dirty with the salt from the undertaker Damn, I hear John the Revelator

Fortunate Son (Live) John Fogerty

Some folks are born made to wave the flag, Ooh, they're red, whit and blue. And when the band plays "Hail to the chief", they point the cannon right at you. It ain't me, it ain't me.

Fortunate Son (Live 1997) John Fogerty

Some folks are born made to wave the flag, Ooh, they're red, whit and blue. And when the band plays "Hail to the chief", they point the cannon right at you. It ain't me, it ain't me.

House Elton John

This is my house This is were I live That is the winter Those are the trees I can hear them breathe This is my bed This is were I sleep That was the dark Those are my dreams they belong to me

John Jones Rudy Mills

John Jones you son of a gun you're the son of a gun John Jones you son of a gun you son of a gun You take my woman you make me run You make my friends all laugh at me John Jones you son of a gun you're

John Jones Madness

John Jones, you son of a gun John Jones, you son of a gun You take my woman, you make me run You make my friends all laugh at me John Jones, you son of a gun John Jones, you son of a gun You call yourself

SING and hope it's out of tune John Coffey

SING and hope it's out of tune You're running around in circles, you're running circles 'round You got no live to spare son, wake up Save the realm, work the realm they say Better house, shake 'm down

Native Son John Hiatt

You finally found the mainstream In the middle of your life You tapped into a vein Of endless gold chains Now you're locked up tight Tearing down the middle of it Splitting it right in half Bobbing

The House John Williams

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Haunted House John Fogerty

I just moved in my new house today Moving was hot but I got squared away Bells started ringing and chains rattled loud I knew I'd moved in a haunted house Still I made up in my mind to stay Nothing was

John Yves Duteil

John était amoureux, ça se voyait un peu. Il avait un air si bizarre et veillait si tard.

Zero House John Hiatt

You took my pride and I want it back No more loving on the torture rack No more running when you call my name The things we've done, baby make me feel ashamed Minus me, minus you, Smoke out, ghost

JOHN BROWN Bob Dylan

JOHN BROWN John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore. His mama sure was proud of him! He stood straight and tall in his uniform and all.

The Good Son John Oates

All the tragedy that lives Inside All the sadness that he tries to hide Won't keep him from comin' to your defense Even if it is at his expense He may fall, but he will never run He will fight your battles

Oldest Living Son John Stewart

Sycamores grow in their long planted rows Out there to break the morning wind Still the dust it always blows It's in our eyes, it's in our clothes And it's in our very souls Like this song about me

White Lady White Powder Elton John

White Lady White Powder Music by Elton John Lyrics by Bernie Taupin Available on the album 21 At 33 Dust settles on a thin cloud Sends a fog drifting to a worn out crowd I've had my face in a

Fields Of Fire (John Brandt Demo) Big Country

Beween the father and his son Between the city and the one Between the teacher and the test Between the journey and the rest The shining eye will never cry The beating heart will never die The house

House Of Cards Elton John

I hear that some playboy has kidnapped your heart With his plane and his plans for games after dark Just a pain in his pocket, and the price of a room Where the second hand sheets smell of stale perfume

Mother Nature's Son John Denver

"Born a poor young country boy Mother Nature's son All day long I'm sitting singing songs for everyone Sit beside a mountain stream See her waters rise Listen to the pretty sound of music as she flies

Easy, On Easy Street John Denver

Easy, On Easy Street Words & music Johnny Slate & Larry Keith sung by John Denver on the album "Some Days Are Diamonds" (1981) My way was the hard way, didn't know it at the time I could've

Dear John Au Pairs

Dear John, cherchez la femme? Dear John, round the bend? Dear John, still looking for me? Dear John, still like what you see?

Dear John Ryan Adams

I got a house full of walls And utility bills, every Monday the company calls I got a nice bed to sleep on And a chest of drawers, where I keep those dreams of yours Cause you're always mine to keep

Burning Down The House John Legend

Watch out you might get what you're after Cool baby strange but not a stranger Ever since we came this way We're burning down the house Hold tight wait till the party's over Hold tight we're in for nasty

Dear John Ryan Adams And The Cardinals

I got a house full of walls And utility bills, every Monday the company calls I got a nice bed to sleep on And a chest of drawers, where I keep those jewels of yours Cause you're always mine to keep

I Just Came Home to Count the Memories John Anderson

I saw roses choking in the grass flaking paint in a broken window pane A mailbox barely standin' by the driveway I can almost read the name A swing set and forgotten toys where little girls and boys played

I Just Came Home To Count The Memories (Album Version) John Anderson

I saw roses choking in the grass flaking paint In a broken window pane A mailbox barely standin' by the driveway I can almost read the name A swing set and forgotten toys Where little girls and boys played

Lost John Lonnie Donegan

This here's a story about, Lost John Lost John done flew the coop! Hee! How many long gone?

Son Of Your Father Elton John

Son Of Your Father Music by Elton John Lyrics by Bernie Taupin Available on the album Tumbleweed Connection I'll catch the tramline in the morning With your leave Van Bushell said He had further

Crazy Pigeon John

Intro: Starbucks is in the house and Barnes and Noble is in the house and AMC you in the house and 3rd Street, you in the house and Luna Sol Cafe is in the house and Walmart is in the house and Taco Bell

Red House John Lee Hooker

(John Lee Hooker) There's a redhouse1 over yonder, that's where my baby stays Lord, there's a redhouse over yonder, Lord, that's where my baby stays I ain't been home to see my baby in, ninety-nine

Meteor Of War Rancid

John brown set the tone he was a meteor in a guilty land Abolitionist understand freedom to the despondent man Grant said you're either one, a patriot or a traitor's son It's a Sanguinary conclusion a

When it hits my blood John Vanderslice

I stole from my mother to hock her TV she locked herself in the bathroom she locked herself away from me I’m not her son when it hits my blood I’ve never felt this good before, I’ve never been

Man Of The House John Williams

- Somewhere In My Memory Candles in the window, shadows painting the ceiling, gazing at the fire glow, feeling that gingerbread feeling.

JAMBALAYA (ON THE BAYOU) John Fogerty

Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou. My Yvonne, sweetest one, me oh my oh. Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou.

Coming and Going on Easy Terms John Vanderslice

I’m trying to find that quiet place where living is breathing not knowing is understanding coming is going but my heart just beats faster and faster they asked for me to come and identify my son

Cocain John Martyn

She had a cocaine house on cocaine hill She had a cocaine dog and a cocaine cat She even had a cocaine rat And it's all round my brain Been walking round 10th Street and Main I've been looking for a girlie