Poor St. John

Well he was a man
He said he was a good man
He was out of his mind but deep down inside
Oh he was a good man

Oh 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

Singin’
He’s gone
Singin’
So long
Oh he’s gone
Poor st. John

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

Singin’
Yeah he’s gone
Oh so long
Oh he’s gone
Poor st. John

Poor st. John
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

Singin’
He’s gone
Oh so long
Oh he’s gone
Poor st. John