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 Poor St. John