Father John The Dead South
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Father John was a filthy man
But he loved his God
Sitting by his window late last night he sang a song
About the ways he put them wicked ones away
And on the other side of the mountains where they lay
On the other side of the mountains where they’ll stay
Rumours on the street
Well, I hear they’re coming true
That filthy man he caught 'em
Put 'em on a noose
Cause every word he said
The people ate out of his hand
With just onе crying word
You could be dead
With just one crying word
You could bе dead
They caught 'em up near Beckett Brook
When the crew came riding through
They rounded up they young boys
Chased 'em through the slough
I heard one drowned while the others
Hung around
Father John caught prey
But he loved his God
Sitting by his window late last night he sang a song
About the ways he put them wicked ones away
And on the other side of the mountains where they lay
On the other side of the mountains where they’ll stay
Rumours on the street
Well, I hear they’re coming true
That filthy man he caught 'em
Put 'em on a noose
Cause every word he said
The people ate out of his hand
With just onе crying word
You could be dead
With just one crying word
You could bе dead
They caught 'em up near Beckett Brook
When the crew came riding through
They rounded up they young boys
Chased 'em through the slough
I heard one drowned while the others
Hung around
Father John caught prey
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