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, fear kept them out
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Children laughed and played and didn't know his name
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They could tell when he was coming just the same
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Walking 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 from him would charm some children's ears
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But they laughed at him when he hid behind his tears
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All in vain was no game for he'd lost an old friend
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In the end, in the end
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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, fear kept them out
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Old John Robertson
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| The Byrds |
