There was an old man who lived in the greenwood
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nobody knew him or what he had done
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but mothers words say to their children beware of Mad John.
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John would sing with the birds in the morning
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laugh with the wind in the cold end of night
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but people from behind their curtains, said he's not quite right.
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John had it sussed he was living the life of a tramp
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yes his bed was the cold and the damp but the sun was his friend
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he was free
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So here was a wise one who loved all the haters
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he loved them so much that their hate turned to fear
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and shaking from behind their curtains the loved ones would hear.
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Mad John
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The Small Faces |