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Old John Robertson |
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He wore a Stetson hat |
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People everywhere would |
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Laugh behind his back |
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No one cared to take |
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Any time to find out |
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What he was all about |
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Fear 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 |
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Was coming just the same |
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Walking slow with old John's |
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Crippled wife by his side |
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Then she sighed, then she died |
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Magic words from him |
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Entrancing children's ears |
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But they laughed at him |
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When he went to hide his tears |
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All in vain was no game |
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For he'd lost an old friend |
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In the end, in the end |
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Old John Robertson |
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He wore a Stetson hat |
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People everywhere would |
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Laugh behind his back |
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No one cared to take |
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Any time to find out |
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What he was all about |
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Fear kept them out |
