*Old John Robertson, he wore a Stetson hat
People everywhere would laugh behind his back
No one cared to take any time to find out
What he was all about
You kept them out

Children laughed and played
And didn't know his name
They could tell when he was comin' just the same
Walkin' slow with Old John's crippled wife by his side
Then she sighed, then she died

Magic words were really catching to his lips
But they laughed at him and laughed behind his tears
All in vain was no game for he lost it all flat
In the end, in the end

(* Repeat)