Merle Travis - Lost John Lyrics
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Lost John
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What Are The Lyrics For Lost John By Merle Travis?
The ugliest feller that I ever seen
Was Long Lost John from Bowlin' Green No hat on his head, no shoes on his feet Beggin' the women for his bread an' meat One woman said, ""Johnny, what can you eat?"" He said, ""Forty-nine biscuits an' a ham o' meat"" An' he was long gone. He was long gone He was long, long gone from Bowlin' Green Now get along John, get along boy Now Lost John standin' on a railroad track A-waitin' for a freight train to come back Along come a train skippin' an' a-flyin' Missed the cowcatcher but he caught the blind He was long gone He was long, long gone from Bowlin' Green Now Lost John he walked in a woman's house Crept right in just quiet as a mouse The woman said, ""Lost John, take a chair And I'll send the porter for a bucket o' beer"" He said, ""Never mind the bucket an' never mind the beer The hound's on my trail an' I can't stay here Got to get along I'm long gone. I'm long gone from Bowlin' Green The ugliest feller that I ever seen Was Long Lost John from Bowlin' Green His eyes was red, his gum was blue Lotta mercy keep that fella in view He's long gone He's long, long gone from Bowlin' Green |
Who Wrote Lost John By Merle Travis?
Merle Travis
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What's The Duration Of The Lost John By Merle Travis?The duration of Lost John is 1:55 minutes and seconds. |
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