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Johnny Day - Rolf Harris
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Johnny Day Rolf Harris

Johnny Day - Rolf Harris
Johnny Day, Day
Johnny Day

Young Johnny Day, Day
Johnny

Crouching unarmed and completely alone
Just a hundred yards away
His enemy is set to slay
Johnny Day, Day
Johnny Day

Three spears he holds and woomera too
And there's a blood lust burning
Every time his eyes are turning
To Johnny Day, Day
Johnny Day

Sad the tribe as they for the death
Of young Johnny Day, Day
Johnny

She was to marry this much older man
But all the love she had was for the
Tall and handsome lad they call
Johnny Day, Day
Johnny Day
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