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*Old John Robertson, he wore a Stetson hat |
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People everywhere would laugh behind his back |
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No one cared to take any time to find out |
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What he was all about |
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You kept them out |
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Children laughed and played |
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And didn't know his name |
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They could tell when he was comin' just the same |
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Walkin' slow with Old John's crippled wife by his side |
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Then she sighed, then she died |
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Magic words were really catching to his lips |
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But they laughed at him and laughed behind his tears |
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All in vain was no game for he lost it all flat |
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In the end, in the end |
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(* Repeat) |
