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 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