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Woman hold her head and cry |
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Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died |
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From a stray bullet |
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Woman hold her head and cry |
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Explaining to her was a passer-by |
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Who saw the woman cry |
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Wondering can she work it out |
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Now she knows that the wages of sin is death |
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The gift of God is life |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh |
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Johnny was a good man |
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oh yeah |
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Woman hold her head and cry |
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Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died |
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Just because of the system |
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Woman hold her head and cry |
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Comforting her I was passing by |
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And I saw the woman cry |
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She cried, oh, oh, oh, oh |
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Johnny was a good man |
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Never did a thing wrong |
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Take it down |
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Johnny went out on a Saturday night |
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Never hurt anybody never started no bar room fight |
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Johnny never did nobody no wrong |
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Never hurt anybody never hurt anybody |
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Johnny was a good man |
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Johnny, Johnny, Johnny... |
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Johnny was a good man |
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(Repeat) |
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In a top floor flat in the middle of the night |
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There's a man with rifle and Johnny in his sight, |
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I said oh no, we can't let that kind of thing happen here no more |
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Oh no |
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Johnny, Johnny, Johnny... |
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A single shot rings out in a Belfast night and I said oh |
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Johnny was a good man |
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Can a woman's tender care |
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Cease towards the child she bears |
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Johnny (Repeat) |