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They were a band blues out of control they always played together did Rough Bone Johnson and the succulent feathers They rocked a joint to it's knees girls would shower them with knickers and keys and of course addresses Man, that cat Rough Bone Johnson and the succulent feathers they made rock and roll so dig a grave and roll over They could of been famous one day but they are called come Capitan join us for you and sisters are called Rough Bone Johnson he I knew was a saint but he will say hell no hell no I an't Hush, time to go Mister Johnson for you are recalled recalled back to war No more singing now or maybe evermore By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris By NeonSolaris © 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
Rough Bone Johnson
They were a band blues out of control they always played together did Rough Bone Johnson and the succulent feathers They rocked a joint to it's knees girls would shower them with knickers and keys and of course addresses Man, that cat Rough Bone Johnson and the succulent feathers they made rock and roll so dig a grave and roll over They could of been famous one day but they are called come Capitan join us for you and sisters are called Rough Bone Johnson he I knew was a saint but he will say hell no hell no I an't Hush, time to go Mister Johnson for you are recalled recalled back to war No more singing now or maybe evermore By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris By NeonSolaris © 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
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