Run, John Barleycorn, Run Clutch

How many more times, you gonna cut me in two?
How many more times, you gonna grind me like you do?
I got a real bad feeling
They’re singing in the barn
I got a real, real bad feeling
And I fear the break of dawn

How many more times are you going to do me for?

[Hook]
Run, John Barleycorn, Run!
Now run on home
The miller’s cup is empty
And his fire’s going cold
Run, John Barleycorn, Run!
Now run on home
He intends to cut you down
And put you to the stone

How many more years, you gonna lay me out to dry?
How many more years, you gonna sentence me to die?
And neither one’s telling me the reason why

[Hook]

Come the dark of Winter
When you’re hungry and alone
Come the long, dark of Winter
You’re gonna treat me like a lord
Just like you did the year before