Andre Johray - Tim Hardin

We all have friends possessed

Johray is the light of healing

The clear white light of Johray

Will burn away the evil possession

And the ether around us

A friend with a street in his head

Came to me and said

«Man, I’m Andre, not a pence to my name»

I knew then his life was a shame

For he could not handle even the brink of fame

Andre Johray

Highway child

Look out, Andre

Here come fame

No thy self, my friend

Fame don’t ever end

And every light is a lie

That you told to a friend

Now you’re naked and old

From the flesh, to the bone

Oh, how life can change

A poor man with money

Won’t stay quite the same

Now, that you’re named

And stripped of your pride

Look out, Andre

Please, don’t take the ride

Will we ever run free

Of those worldly wantings

That send the unhungry out hunting?

Will he ever run free

Of those blood thirsty wantings

Send the unhungry hunting

The streets of shame and pride?

Look out, Andre

Please, don’t take the ride