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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Accompanying her was a passerby
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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)
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Johhny Was
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