He said his pride and joy was that old John Bull Tin
He said it saved him from a bullet once - but I did not believe He was just an old man in the park, half drunk on rum As he rolled another smoke and closed the John Bull Tin He said,'I've carried that since 1931'
Rubbed and worn shiny silver - blue letters chipped away Old memories and tobacco fit within He had one religious medal that he carried near his heart But his pride and joy was that old John Bull Tin
He said, 'it used to be a tyre-patch kit but that was long ago... It's memories and tobacco now, my friend Ya know some folks need a magic lamp to conjure up their dreams But mine are kept inside the John Bull tin'
Rubbed and worn shiny silver - blue letters chipped away Old memories and tobacco fit within He had one religious medal that he carried near his heart But his pride and joy was that old John Bull Tin
I found it lyin' in the grass In a park near Shepherd's Bush I never saw that old man again I guess he rolled his final smoke and went to his reward Why else would he have dropped the John Bull Tin?
Rubbed and worn shiny silver - blue letters chipped away Old memories and tobacco fit within He had one religious medal that he carried near his heart But his pride and joy was that old John Bull Tin His pride and joy was that old John Bull Tin His pride and joy was that old John Bull Tin