OLD JOHN ROBERTSON
Hillman / McGuinn

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 [bad word] just the same 
Walking slow with old John's crippled wife by his side 
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 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.