old john robertson

old john robertson he wore a stetson hat

people everywhere would laugh behind his back

no one cared to take any time to find out

what he was all about

fear kept them out

children laughed and played and didn't know his name

they could tell when he was coming just the same

walking slow with old jo

his crippled wife by his side

then she sighed

then she died

magic words from him entrancing children's ears

but their laughter didn't help to hide his tears

all in vain it was no game for he'd lost an old friend

in the end

in the end

old john robertson he wore a stetson hat

people everywhere would laugh behind his back

no one cared to take any time to find out

what he was all about

fear kept them out