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John Oaks is in the neighborhood Protecting all the trees He's the master of irrigation And he knows what he sees Grape farmers watering everywhere Pipes running where they please John sees his laws are broken Trees drowning where they breathe Now John used to be a mellow man Drinking Chai and smoking weed Ain't no one in the county Ever see'd whatever he see'd John Oaks, John Oaks John Oaks, John Oaks Old John rides in his pickup With rakes and friends in the back Workers he takes with him Then he drives them all back To protect them from the politicians Using them to get ahead Preying on the people Letras de cancionesTrying to get inside their heads John Oaks is really stand-up He won't take shit lying down He calls it like he sees it And he puts his money down John Oaks, John Oaks John Oaks, John Oaks One day at the demonstration John Oaks was standing up He arrived there at the location In his old pickup truck Took a rake in his hand And his workers by his side Stood there waiting for his turn To speak and turn the tide When he found himself surrounded By police everywhere They tried to take his workers to jail When he grabbed one by his hair John Oaks, John Oaks John Oaks, John Oaks Shots rang out and people yelled As the police took control Shot a black man right where he fell With a sniper on the knoll John Oaks saw law and order Was leading him astray Tried to get back in his pickup With his workers to get away That's when the police moved in And stood there in his way John started up his pickup And that was his last day John Oaks, John Oaks John Oaks, John Oaks They said he had a pistol When the old pickup backfired And shot him there behind the wheel And then John Oaks expired The workers grabbed the rakes And that's all that I can say They went to the cemetery And they stay there to this day John Oaks, John Oaks John Oaks, John Oaks John Oaks, John Oaks John Oaks, John Oaks From Letras Mania