Poor St. John

Well he was a man
O' he was a good man
He was out of his mind but deep down inside
O' he was a good man

O' he read the book
Well he read the good book
Well the ones he would find were the devil's lines
But he read the good book

O' he's gone
So long
Yes he's gone
Poor st. john

Down the stairs made of stone
Was blood next to bone
Only heaven, heaven can wait

O' he's gone
So long
Yes he's gone
Poor st. john

Well he worked hard
I heard he worked real hard
He would sleep during the day but at night he'd wake
And boy he'd work real hard

O' he's gone
So long
Yes he's gone
Poor st. john