Long John

Just a tale about lost John
Long John from the Bowling Green

I'm long gone, long John
He's running through the corn, running through the corn
Like a turkey in the corn, he's running through the corn
With long clothes on, he's running through the corn
Long John with long clothes on

Well, the wood was deep and the water was wide
Long John come on the east coast side
Trapped in the river trying to get on a car
Jumped on alligator, thought it was a hut
John done come from the other side
Seen 'em guns in the poorest hide
He's long gone, running thru the trees
Running thru the swamp
He's long gone, he's long gone
He's long lost John from the Bowling Green

En route come, one of the trains come around
Ain't number 9 by the way she sound
Train is a-rollin' 'em around the bend
Sixteen cops thru, they had no way in
Long John ran to the side-board tracks
Jumped that train, never him come back
Train it's coming, on the way he was
Someone seen him in Arkansas (?)
Train come around, the train sounds
Train sounds something like this
Train gets speed, it sound like this

John's jumped that train going thirty miles
Got so tired that the poor boy fell off
Wailing down in the farmer's house
Seen them lights from a million miles
Now the farmer there he would live
Pretty poor little dog surrounded him
One light shining on top of that bend
And John didn't know if he could come in
He emptied the river and (?) dogs
Hear the sound of the dog

Little pretty dog
Big bad dog
Long John's scared, he's a-running thru the corn
He's running fast as the boots never born

Hey long John, running thru the corn
With his long clothes on
Hey long John, long John, long John running thru the corn
Long clothes on, long clothes off
Long clothes off, long clothes on the dog
The train
Last time I heard of him he was over in Europe