Sonny Terry
Lost John
Gonna tell you the storyAbout old lost JohnLost John was a boy that got looseFrom a chain gang down in LouisianaAbout sixteen bloodhound, took in after himSheriffs, deputiesAnd everybody else in the countyChasin' him all across the swampLost John outrun the bloodhounds thereAll night long, it was long towards mornin'He looked up to the tree thereAnd seen the lights from a houseHe didn't know whether the people insideWas friends or were enemiesSo he wanted to go up to the houseSo, and asked if he could stay thereTo get away from the bloodhoundsHe was afraid if he did go up thereThat the people might set their dogsBarking at him or shoot him downWith a Winchester riffleThis is the story about lost JohnOld lost John ain't lost no more
From Letras Mania