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, fear kept them out
Children laughed and played and didn´t know his name
They could tell when he was coming just the same
Walking slow with old John´s crippled wife by his side
Then she sighed, then she died
Magic words from him would charm some children´s ears
But they laughed at him when he hid behind his tears
All in vain was no game for he'd lost an old friend
in the end, in the end
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, fear kept them out