Intro: D G A D AA D A Old John Robertson he wore a Stetson hatA D E People everywhere would laugh behind his backA D A F#m E No one cared to take any time to find outD E What he was all about, fear kept them outA D A Children laughed and played and didn´t know his nameA D E They could tell when he was coming just the sameA D A F#m E Walking slow with old John´s crippled wife by his sideD E Then she sighed, then she died Magic words from him would charm some children´s ears But they laughed at him when he hid behind his tears All in vain was no game for he'd lost an old friend in the end, in the end
Old John Robertson
The Byrds
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