Mr. John

Hello Mr. John, put away the gun
'Cause he really did love your daughter
And he wanted to be your son
(But who are you?)
Oh, I'm just her brother
From Arkansas
And I've come to tell you, daughter
He was shot down in the war

But before he died
He made me promise
That I would come and bring the ring
Wouldn't let her wear less ring
Mr. John, he said to say
That he didn't hold no grudge at you
For drivin' him away

Oh, I've got to go
Got to catch the train
But I'd like to see the baby
That you wouldn't let wear his name

Said, brother was a good man
So the colonel said
But a good man ain't no good
With a bullet wound in his head

Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah

Oh, I've got to go
Got to catch the train
But I'd like to see the baby
That you wouldn't let wear his name

Brother was a good man
So the colonel said
But a good man ain't no good
With a bullet wound in his head

And somebody oughta say
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Hallelujah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah