Lyrics containing the term: we're+going+on+a+bear+hunt — Page #8 (2025)

Shout out to OThat ain't enough, we gonna need a million more"Kick in the door" Biggie flowI'm all dressed up with nowhere to goYeah it's all messed up when it's nowhere to goSo we won't take the time out 'til we reach the T-O-PFrom parolees to hold G's, sold keys, low keysWe like the promised land of the OG'sIn the past if you picture events like a black tieWhat the last thing you expect to see?

Bound by the night, we're never free,We're the beasts we slay, it's our destiny!

We are the best! We are!We are not run of the mill, nahNah, we're king of the hillMillion-dollar deals, yeahSoon we'll come call for the billProphecy gotta fulfillNo rest until like my land all my people are tilledWe're on a bear huntShooting our shot and we're aiming to killCall it Pig Week cause those pigs are weakListen, hear them squeak?

[Jay-Z]I'm a B.K. brawler Marcy projects hallway loitererPure coke copper, get your order upI bring em to Baltimore in the Ford ExplorerIt's gonna cost you more if I gotta get em to FloridaRucka game attenderWith the bent pole on the sidewalk with the tin plates on the fenderI ain't hard to find you catch me frontin centerAt the Knick game, big chain and all my splenderNext to spike and the pen left to writeI own Madison Square, catch me at the fightBut damn once again if you pan left at the iceIf you the man that write cheques with the hand that don't writeI go off the head when I'm rambling on the micAnd I go off the feds when I'm srambling at nightAnd if its off the set I brought hammers to the fightBut we from New York City, right Cam? [Cam: Ya damn right][Chorus, Juelz Santana]It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towersWe still banging, we never lost power, tell emWelcome to New York City, welcome to New York CityWhy'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangsterNow that's danger there's nothing left to shape upWelcome to New York City, welcome to New York City[Cam'Ron]Yo, there's a war going on outside no man is safe fromIt don't matter if you three feet or eight-oneYou'll get ate from me, nine and straight blownWig split, melon cracked, all that on day oneCarry eight guns, two in the trunkTwo in the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank youYou can jam with them jammers, blam with them blammersIt's hot here, ask Mase he ran to AtlantaYou think we know what life do, make want to mold the cycleDrinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much iceIn front of sparks, body cops DilanoBlock away watch by Gotti and GirvanoIt's la costra nostra, someone close approach yaThey'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with shoferOld coke they raise up and snort, blayze up ya fortJay puff shine, cases was caughtMidnight pick fights, they love a victimWatch him fore he watch you, Killa[Chorus][Cam'Ron]I'm from 101, west to Hunt 40th, this shit is liveFifth-floor, 56, you know the zip, district fiveYou're on 22nd, you from two-oneThat's on Lennox, 7th ave was news one[Jay-Z]Coverage I synethestryGot rise from defending meCause New York'll miss me if I'm locked in the penitentaryThe judge said "Is this that thug, from the kit kat club?"

Wolves love their meatBears love their honeyBut on the dancefloorWe are all the samePredator and preyThere's room for everybodyWhen the music startsWe cannot be tamedWe're gonna move our paws to the rhythm of the beatWe're gonna drive boys wild, and we're gonna have some funWe're gonna move our paws to the rhythm of the beatWe're gonna drive boys wild, and have some funWe're gonna shake our tails to the rhythm of the beatWe're gonna drive boys wild, like vulpines in heatWe're gonna shake our tails to the rhythm of the beatWe're gonna drive boys wild, like vulpines in heatYou don't need romanceTo have yourself a good timeJust close your eyesLet your body do the restWhether you're an alphaA beta, or omegaYou'll find your placeOnce you get undressedWe're gonna shake our tails to the rhythm of the beatWe're gonna drive boys wild, like vulpines in heatWe're gonna shake our tails to the rhythm of the beatWe're gonna drive boys wild, like vulpines in heatLike vulpines in heatWe're gonna shake our tails to the rhythm of the beatWe're gonna drive boys wild, like vulpines in heatWe're gonna shake our tails to the rhythm of the beatWe're gonna drive boys wild, like vulpines in heatLike vulpines in heatWe always get what we want, and what we want is youYou are going to be ours before the night is throughThe thrill of the hunt is what makes the meat so sweetBut sweetest of all are vulpines in heatAre vulpines in heat

[Intro]Claws and teeth, we’re all the same,Beasts in skin, just playin’ the game…[Verse 1]We howl at moons, we scrape for gold,Some chase the kill, some guard the fold,Fangs in the dark or paws in the dirt,We’re wired to hunt, to heal, to hurt.

[Intro: Method Man]Ain't what you want babyIt's what you need babyAin't what you want babyIt's what you neeeeeeeed[Verse One: RZA]Yo diamond crystal rings sharp like iciclesNickel plated pistols, official Wu-Wear covers my physicalInsulated thermal while others drain they co four butt solosPhotographic photo type static great motivated soldierOr Wu say boulder head flowerYou can detect the true and living God from the scorerKeep your sword straight, maintain your weightBut he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbateAnd drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoateBy the chicken thighs and tryglyceridesAnd this b**** advertised her breast sizeEighty-five didn't realize, til the truth opened up his eyesThen he became highly civilizedAnd spent time amongst the wise, went through a garment renaissanceAnd stopped wearing BenettonTommy Hill, Perry Ellis, Nautica, or Liz ClaiborneOcean Pacific, Fila, Bill Bla** and leave fittedQuit the Armani sweaters with the Gucci wool knittedNow all he buys, Kani's, Cross Colours, Shabazz BrothersMecca, Pelly Pell, 88, North Q, Bear and a few othersFor the new year, strictly Wu-Wear[Chorus: Method Man]Ain't what you want babyIt's what you need babyAin't what you waaaaaant[Verse Two: Cappadonna]Pele egg-head the top dresserOne man catalog the London Fog casual hogBiere denim with the Cash Wu Nike and Kangol kingEveryday, DLO jacket he gripped with the drawstringFila supply big daddy started haveta brown skin derbyMaster Tommy Hil AdvilDouble button Woolridge, red dickie turtleneckMockneck, eighteen carat holdin my twenty-two shineIn this like Macy's or Bloomingdale'sThe Century 21 son, the new portfolio dunnNow it's my time, Asian Wu-Wear, Cap and fleece wearOne wear plaids the Don will hold the best for all wearPlus blue wear, Wu-Wear, what's going onWe're the best of this year, Wu-Wear and fleece wear[Verse Three: Method Man]Ain't what you want babyIt's what you need babyJust come see meSatisfaction guaranteed babyJust hold your own babyAnd just rock on babyI got this wine on my mindFeelin fine darlinNow all you see babyAin't what you need babyI want to know just how lowIt goesOfficial nasty a**es, straight shots in dirty glassesWu-Wear fleece for you and your stinkin pieceHard time and killer tacticsJust hold your own babyNow just rock on babyI got this wine on my mindFeelin fine darlinNow all you see babyAin't what you need babyI want to know just how lowIt goJust hold your own babyNow just rock on babyI got this wine on my mindFeelin fine darlinNow all you see babyAin't what you need babyI want to know, how low, it go

Intro: Method ManAin't what you want babyIt's what you need babyAin't what you want babyIt's what you neeeeeeeedVerse One: RZAYo diamond crystal rings sharp like iciclesnickel plated pistols, official Wu-Wear covers my physicalInsulated thermal while others drain they co four butt solosPhotographic photo type static great motivated soldierOr Wu say boulder head flowerYou can detect the true and living God from the scorerKeep your sword straight, maintain your weightBut he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbateAnd drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoateBy the chicken thighs and tryglyceridesAnd this bitch advertised her breast sizeEighty-five didn't realize, til the truth opened up his eyesThen he became highly civilizedand spent time amongst the wise, went through a garment renaissanceand stopped wearing BenettonTommy Hill, Perry Ellis, Nautica, or Liz ClaiborneOcean Pacific, Fila, Bill Blass and leave fittedQuit the Armani sweaters with the Gucci wool knittedNow all he buys, Kani's, Cross Colours, Shabazz BrothersMecca, Pelly Pell, 88, North Q, Bear and a few othersFor the new year, strictly Wu-WearChorus: Method ManAin't what you want babyIt's what you need babyAin't what you waaaaaantVerse Two: CappadonnaPele egg-head the top dresserOne man catalog the London Fog casual hogBiere denim with the Cash Wu Nike and Kangol kingEveryday, DLO jacket he gripped with the drawstringFila supply big daddy started haveta brown skin derbymaster Tommy Hil AdvilDouble button Woolridge, red dickie turtleneckMockneck, eighteen carat holdin my twenty-two shineIn this like Macy's or Bloomingdale'sThe Century 21 son, the new portfolio dunnNow it's my time, Asian Wu-Wear, Cap and fleece wearOne wear plaids the Don will hold the best for all wearplus blue wear, Wu-Wear, what's going onWe're the best of this year, Wu-Wear and fleece wearVerse Three: Method ManAin't what you want babyIt's what you need babyJust come see mesatisfaction guaranteed babyJust hold your own babyand just rock on babyI got this wine on my mindfeelin fine darlinNow all you see babyain't what you need babyI wanna know just how lowit goesOfficial nasty asses, straight shots in dirty glassesWu-Wear fleece for you and your stinkin pieceHard time and killer tacticsJust hold your own babyNow just rock on babyI got this wine on my mindfeelin fine darlinNow all you see babyAin't what you need babyI wanna know just how lowit goJust hold your own babyNow just rock on babyI got this wine on my mindfeelin fine darlinNow all you see babyAin't what you need babyI wanna know, how low, it go

Let me hold you nowTill you fall asleepLet's lay it downAnd let it beWhen the morning comes and wakes us upWe'll be back to being us againIt's a trial by fireThat we're going throughBut we'll surviveLike we always doThere's not a heat that's hot enoughTo melt the bonds binding the two of usSteel bridges won't burnAnd they won't wash awayThey'll stand the test of timeBaby, we're built that wayIn the blistering sun or the pouring rainWhen the raging river flowsIt can bear the weight of a runaway trainIt's strong enough to holdSteel bridges, steel bridges won't burnLove these daysFor most people we knowIs a passing phaseIt just comes and it goesBut we've got something they all needAnd I'm not gonna watch it walk away from meSteel bridges won't burnAnd they won't wash awayThey'll stand the test of timeBaby, we're built that wayIn the blistering sun or the pouring rainWhen the raging river flowsIt can bear the weight of a runaway trainIt's strong enough to holdSteel bridges, steel bridges won't burnIn the blistering sun or the pouring down rainWhen the raging river flowsIt can bear the weight of a runaway trainIt's strong enough to holdSteel bridges, steel bridges don't burn

You wanna know somethingYou wanna have something realWell, you're gonna keep pushingYou wanna know how I feel?Well you, you're happy in your painBut you, you couldn't run awayWe're a couple dancing bearsWe spin, but we're not going anywhereWe're a couple dancing bearsGotta keep us moving, don't want anybody to stareGotta keep us moving, don't want anybody to stareYou think it's all okayBut I'd like to see the day you grow into a creatureI can close the door and lock awayWell, just like the ocean sand you change with every passing glanceAnd I'd like to know just how you thinkYou're gonna keep it straightCause you, you're happy in your painBut you, you couldn't run awayWe're a couple dancing bearsWe spin, but we're not going anywhereWe're a couple dancing bearsGotta keep us moving, don't want anybody to stareGotta keep us moving, don't want anybody to stareThat's a heavy weight, babeThat's a heavy weight you bearThat's a heavy weight, babeThat's a heavy weight you wearThat's a heavy weight, babeThat's a heavy weight you bearThat's a heavy weight, babeThat's a heavy weight you wearWe're a couple dancing bearsWe spin, but we're not going anywhereWe're a couple dancing bearsGotta keep us moving, don't want anybody to stareGotta keep us moving, don't want anybody to stare

From the cradle to the graveHappiness is what we're searching forBut in fact all we gainIs an endless chain of painOh why, why don't we realize Throughout your lives you shed more tears Than there's water in the four oceansIn all those years your only chanceIs your faith, your love and devotionOh why, why don't we realizeOn and on, right or wrongThe big wheel of life keeps on turningWhat we do here and nowWill bear fruit in lives to comeOh lord if only we came to see thatJust open your eyes and seeWhat's going onAnd take the first step to beLight and freeAs free as you hoped to be

Its Lyric call the paramedicThunder fire bout the country nowEverybody say dey want me nowEven your guards want to hunt me downCos I'm very very very big now hmmI'm in VIPYou're biting your tongue trying to sing like meBut anybody that invite me I'm gonna be rocking anything I seeCos this one no be party na raveYou have every right to misbehaveYou fit behave the way you like to behaveIf anybody ask you tell them sayNa Burna boy wey say soWe fit come together like LegoMigrate to gyrate oMake we do the new dance wey dey reign oSay Burna boy wey say soWe fit come together like LegoMigrate to gyrateO we no send the people wey dey rate ol don't send una message If you no believe meYou can ask Levine or you can ask Quido Bakas oIf you believe demYou can ask Ese hmm or you can ask OgadoOr you can ask my brethren DamboAnd they will confirm this information about the trials and tribulationsWe are to go through dailySo in this party I'm going crazy hmm oh LordSo everybody put your hands upAnd if you dey sitting down stand upl say na Burna boy wey say soWe fit come together like LegoMigrate to gyrate oMake we do the new dance wey dey reign oSay Burna boy wey say soWe fit come together like LegoMigrate to gyrateO we no send the people wey dey rate oSo baby ma lo se j'aiye miBaby jisoroBaby beer and die the HennesseySayo ba sayoSo baby ma lo se j'aiye miBaby jisoroBaby beer and die the HennesseySayo ba sayoWe're getting naughty in this placeGirl dem a want to rub the body in this placeI'm a like the way the girl wears a all the paintSo me and her never separatel say na Burna boy wey say soWe fit come together like LegoMigrate to gyrate oMake we do the new dance wey dey reign oSay Burna boy wey say soWe fit come together like LegoMigrate to gyrate oMake we do the new dance wey dey reign ol say na Burna boy wey say soWe fit come together like LegoMigrate to gyrate oMake we do the new dance wey dey reign oSay Burna boy wey say soWe fit come together like LegoMigrate to gyrateO we no send the people wey dey rate oSo baby ma lo se j'aiye miBaby jisoroBaby beer and die the HennesseySayo ba sayoSo baby ma lo se j'aiye miBaby jisoroBaby beer and die the HennesseySayo ba sayoSo baby ma lo se j'aiye miBaby jisoroBaby beer and die the HennesseySayo ba sayoSo baby ma lo se j'aiye miBaby jisoroBaby beer and die the HennesseySayo ba sayo

'Cause you're attractive, but we ain't attractableHate to be dramatical, but I'm not romanticalI'm making up words so you can understandable, it's tragicalThinkin' some magical shit's gonna happen, that ain't practicalYou crackin' a joke, it's laughable'Cause me and love's like a bad combinationI keep them feelings locked in a vaultSo it's safe to say I'm uncrackableMy heart is truly guarded, full body armorBitch, you just need a helmet'Cause if you think you're special, you're retardedThinkin' you're one of a kindLike you got some platinum vaginaYou're a train wreck, I got a one-track mindShorty, you're fine, but you sort of remind me of a 49er'Cause you been a gold digger since you was a minorBeen tryna hunt me down like a dog'Cause you're on my ass, but you can't get a cent'Cause all of my spare time is spentOn my nose in this binder, so don't bother tryin'Only women that I love are my daughtersBut sometimes I rhymeAnd it sounds like I forget I'm a father, and I push it fartherSo, Father, forgive me if I forget to draw the lineIt's apparent, I shouldn't have been a parentI'll never grow up, so to hell with your parentsAnd motherfuckin' Father Time, it ain't never gonna stopA pessimist who transformed to an optimist in his primeSo even if I'm half-dead, I'm half alivePoured my half empty glass in a cupSo now my cup has runneth overAnd I'm 'bout to set it on you like a mothafuckin' coasterI'm going back to what got me here, yeah, cockyAnd can't knock being rude off, so fear not, my dearAnd dry up your teardrops, I'm hereWhite America's mirror, so don't feel awkward or weirdIf you stare at me and see yourself, because you're one tooShouldn't be a shock, because everybody knowsEverybody knows that you're just an assholeEverywhere that you goPeople wanna go home, everyone knowsEverybody knows, so don't pretend to be niceThere's no place you can hideYou are just an assholeEveryone knows, everyone knows

You join us just as the competitors are running out onto thefield on this lovely winter's afternoon here, with the going firmunderfoot and very little sign of rain. Well it certainly looks as thoughwe're in for a splendid afternoon's sport in this the 127th UpperclassTwit of the Year Show.

Oh yeahSomething's the matter baby, I'm going insane Something inside of me keeps talkin' to my brain Why can't I stop this satanic lust?

3,2,1...GO!We’re going on an egg hunt Going on an egg hunt We’re gonna fill our baskets We’re gonna fill our basketsThose eggs are small Those/those eggs are smallWe're gonna have to crawlWe're gonna have to crawl Crawl Crawl Crawl Crawl We’re going on an egg hunt Going on an egg hunt We’re gonna fill our basketsWe’re gonna ill our basketsWith eggs tied in a bowWith eggs tied in a bowWhere pretty flowers growWhere pretty flowers grow Swish swish swish swish We’re going on an egg hunt We’re going on an egg huntWe’re gonna fill our basket Gonna fill our basketWith eggs that are so huge!

I heard he appealed 3 times!Rosie (spoken):Sing!Girls: We love you Conrad,oh yes we do, we love you Conrad,and we'll be true. When you're not near us,we're blue/ OH Conrad we love you.

Near the east waverly hills your hair pinned back in previous lives we were frozen stiff but these aren’t so rigid I throw off my coat to bear this January air a rowboat for the two of us to read our books on the darkest light for a darker night we slip underwater the bridge disappears the deer hunt is in the frigid air somewhere around here there are witchessomewhere around here there are witches somewhere around here somewhere around here somewhere around here somewhere around here somewhere around here somewhere around here somewhere around here somewhere around here somewhere around here somewhere around here somewhere around here somewhere around here somewhere around here somewhere around here somewhere around here

'Cause you're attractive, but we ain't attractableHate to be dramatical, but I'm not romanticalI'm making up words so you can understandable, it's tragicalThinkin' some magical sh-'s gonna happen, that ain't practicalYou crackin' a joke, it's laughable'Cause me and love's like a bad combinationI keep them feelings locked in a vaultSo it's safe to say I'm uncrackableMy heart is truly guarded, full body armorbi-, you just need a helmet'Cause if you think you're special, you're retardedThinkin' you're one of a kindLike you got some platinum vaginaYou're a train wreck, I got a one-track mindShorty, you're fine, but you sort of remind me of a 49er'Cause you been a gold digger since you was a minorBeen tryna hunt me down like a dog'Cause you're on my ass, but you can't get a cent'Cause all of my spare time is spentOn my nose in this binder, so don't bother tryin'Only women that I love are my daughtersBut sometimes I rhymeAnd it sounds like I forget I'm a father, and I push it fartherSo, Father, forgive me if I forget to draw the lineIt's apparent, I shouldn't have been a parentI'll never grow up, so to hell with your parentsAnd motherfu-in' Father Time, it ain't never gonna stopA pessimist who transformed to an optimist in his primeSo even if I'm half-dead, I'm half alivePoured my half empty glass in a cupSo now my cup has runneth overAnd I'm 'bout to set it on you like a mothafu-in' coasterI'm going back to what got me here, yeah, cockyAnd can't knock being rude off, so fear not, my dearAnd dry up your teardrops, I'm hereWhite America's mirror, so don't feel awkward or weirdIf you stare at me and see yourself, because you're one tooShouldn't be a shock, because everybody knowsEverybody knows that you're just an assholeEverywhere that you goPeople wanna go home, everyone knowsEverybody knows, so don't pretend to be niceThere's no place you can hideYou are just an assholeEveryone knows, everyone knows

Nothin' but pain since my birthOnly functions at the pen, 'cause everybody's inPayin' back society, I'm guilty of a life of sinI watch the drama occur, my eyes blur 'fore I jettedI wonder why we all have to die before we get itThough we shed tears, so many peers I've done buriedWorried and scared, knowin' I'm going to see the cemeteryMust be prepared in this cold world no one caresKnow it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our shareIn this land of the underhanded schemes and plansVivid dreams of a nigga having G's in handMama told me not to be a punkFuck what you talkin' 'bout, coward, what you niggas want?

Okay, settle, settle, settle, settle, ladies and gentlemen, settle downOkay, so, this next brother we're gonna bring up to the stage Usually does not come in on Monday nightsYou're in for a real treat, ladies and gentlemenGive it to Mr.

I only fuck with niggas in them Lambos (Gallardo)I only fuck with niggas in them Lambos (Murcielago)Doors going up, hoes going HAMDoors going up, hoes going HAMI only fuck with niggas in them Lambos (Gallardo)I only fuck with niggas in them Lambos (Murcielago)Doors going up, hoes going HAMDoors going up, hoes going HAMNiggas buyin pussy, niggas buyin pussyNiggas buyin pussy, niggas buyin pussyMy campaign, shit Bel AirI smoke til no air thereThem monkey niggas some care bearsI'm tokin' on my tear gasMy molly look like real glassFuck feelings, I feel cashI tuck ceilings and peel past youPlastic cards and still ratchetsTurn and cuts, real CaspersDouble M, real bastardsBody count, real casketsPimpin on them CleopatrasJust money, me and thatJust AK, we not just MIAWe in action, don't turn this in a reenactmentI'm just tryin to be a real rapperStill swaggin, see about youTry fuckin with me and my shitNah, that's that Vietnam shitFuck that BMI shitI got me a key, I'm outcheaPlus that Beemer gotcha, arrivederciAin't no pleading mercy, just Lambo free and mercyBreak bitches, pee in pursesFuck hoes and they reimburse meNiggas buyin pussy, niggas buyin pussyNiggas buyin pussy, niggas buyin pussyI only fuck with niggas in them Lambos (Gallardo)I only fuck with niggas in them Lambos (Murcielago)Doors go up, hoes going HAMDoors go up, hoes going HAMNiggas buyin pussy, niggas buyin pussyNiggas buyin pussy, niggas buyin pussy

Frankie and Johnnie were sweetheartsThey had a quarrel one day Johnny vowed he would leave herHe said he was going away Never coming home, goin' away to roamFrankie begged and she pleaded"My love Johnny please stay""Now, oh, my honey, I've done you wrong But please don't go away"Then Johnny sighed, while Frankie criedOh, I'm a-going away, I'm a-goin' to stay Never coming home You're gonna miss me, honey, in the days to comeWhen the winter winds begin to blow, the ground is covered upAnd when you think of the way, you're gonna wish me backYour lovin' manYou're gonna miss me, honey, in the day they say's to comeFrankie done said to her Johnny"Now man your hour done come" 'Cause from behind her kimono She drew her .44 gunThese love affairs are hard to bearJohnny, he fled down the stairway "My love, Frankie, don't shoot" Frankie done aimed the .44While the town went rooty-toot-toot As Johnny fell, then Frankie yelledOh, I'm a-going away, I'm a-goin' to stay Never coming home You're gonna miss me, honey, in the days to comeWhen the winter winds begin to blow, the ground is covered upAnd when you think of the way, you're gonna wish me backYour lovin' manYou're gonna miss me, honey, in the day they say's to comeSend for your rubber tired HearsesSend for your rubber tired hacksCarry old Johnny to the graveyardI've shot him in the backWith a great big gun as the preacher begunSend for some policeman to take me right awayLock me down in the dungeon cellAnd throw the key awayMy Johnny's dead because he saidOh, I'm a-going away, I'm a-goin' to stayNever coming homeYou're gonna miss me, honeyIn the days to comeWhen the winter winds begin to blowThe ground is covered upAnd when you think of the wayYou're gonna wish me back, your lovin' manYou're gonna miss me, honeyIn the day they say's to come

Frankie and Johnnie were sweetheartsThey had a quarrel one day Johnny vowed he would leave herHe said he was going away Never coming home, goin' away to roamFrankie begged and she pleaded"My love Johnny please stay""Now, oh, my honey, I've done you wrong But please don't go away"Then Johnny sighed, while Frankie criedOh, I'm a-going away, I'm a-goin' to stay Never coming home You're gonna miss me, honey, in the days to comeWhen the winter winds begin to blow, the ground is covered upAnd when you think of the way, you're gonna wish me backYour lovin' manYou're gonna miss me, honey, in the day they say's to comeFrankie done said to her Johnny"Now man your hour done come" 'Cause from behind her kimono She drew her .44 gunThese love affairs are hard to bearJohnny, he fled down the stairway "My love, Frankie, don't shoot" Frankie done aimed the .44While the town went rooty-toot-toot As Johnny fell, then Frankie yelledOh, I'm a-going away, I'm a-goin' to stay Never coming home You're gonna miss me, honey, in the days to comeWhen the winter winds begin to blow, the ground is covered upAnd when you think of the way, you're gonna wish me backYour lovin' manYou're gonna miss me, honey, in the day they say's to comeSend for your rubber tired HearsesSend for your rubber tired hacksCarry old Johnny to the graveyardI've shot him in the backWith a great big gun as the preacher begunSend for some policeman to take me right awayLock me down in the dungeon cellAnd throw the key awayMy Johnny's dead because he saidOh, I'm a-going away, I'm a-goin' to stayNever coming homeYou're gonna miss me, honeyIn the days to comeWhen the winter winds begin to blowThe ground is covered upAnd when you think of the wayYou're gonna wish me back, your lovin' manYou're gonna miss me, honeyIn the day they say's to come