Peter Walsh Poet Lyric

Johnny Rebel

His name it's Johnny Rebel
You may have heard it said
That Angels weep
In their pious sleep
At the foot of Johnnies bed

Don't you lay with him girl
Just like Adam and Eve
His truth doesn't trust
But the shackles of lust
His only one wish to deceive
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If you follow him down to the river, sweet Jane
Don't be foolish and go rushing in
Heed not of your heart, but your head
These words I say
Bid him on his way
Where Angels are fearing to tread

Old Judas was a novice
Just a saintly altar boy
Compared to Johnny
His treachery
Left little to enjoy

He'll share with you his beating heart
'Cos baby, that's all that he'll own
But he'll look for it back
It's cold and it's black
And it's only yours for the loan
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If you follow him down to the river, sweet Jane
Don't be foolish and go rushing in
Heed not of your heart, but your head
These words I say
Bid him on his way
Where Angels are fearing to tread

In this garden of Eden
Where no stone stays un-turned
No saints or sinners
Losers or winners
Gain from the lessons they've learned

He's learned to feed their hunger
And to steal immortal souls
Take the righteous light
From their hallowed sight
And leave tear-stained begging bowls

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