Paroles de Poor St. John

Well he was a man He said he was a good man He was out of his mind but deep down inside Oh he was a good man Oh 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 Singin' He's gone Singin' So long Oh he's gone Poor st. John Down the stairs made of stone There was blood next to bone Only heaven, heaven can wait Singin' Yeah he's gone Oh so long Oh he's gone Poor st. John Poor st. John 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 Singin' He's gone Oh so long Oh he's gone Poor st. John