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My name is wailin' Johnny |
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Way, hey, Johny Boreen |
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At cordova and carrall |
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Was formed in the marrow |
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Of whiskey and amphetamines |
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They call me wailin' Johnny |
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Way, hey, Johnny Boreen |
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A mile from the shore |
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By these heroes of yours |
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I'll be there |
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Hands in the air |
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Victory square in all its glory |
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Way, hey, Johnny Boreen |
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The pubs and the junkers |
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The skids and the punkers |
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Have always been good to me |
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But the citizens deplore me |
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Way, hey, Johnny Boreen |
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So cruel and fickle |
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Without a nickel to spare |
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Hands in the air |
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Victory square |
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My brothers and my sisters |
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Way, hay, Johnny Boreen |
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This world will defame them |
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And money will claim them |
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And cast them right out to sea |
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Say a prayer for wailin' Johnny |
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Way, hey, Johnny Boreen |
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At cambie and hastings |
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I shall be wasting a prayer |
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Hands in the air |
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Victory square |
