Long John Bob Dylan

Just a tale about lost John
Long John from the Bowling Green

I'm long gone, long John
He's a-running through the corn, running through the corn
Like a turkey in the corn, he's a-running through the corn
With long clothes on, he's a-running through the corn
Long John with long clothes on

Well, the wood it was deep and the water was wide
Long John come on the east coast side
Jumped in the river trying to get down the cur'
Jumped on alligator, thought it was a hut
John done come from the other side
Seen 'em guns in the poorest hide
He's long gone, running thru the trees
Running thru the swamp
He's long gone, he's long gone
He's long lost John from the Bowling Green

En route come, one of the trains come around
Ain't number 9 by the way she sound
Train is a-rollin' 'em around the bend
Sixteen cops thru, they had no way in
Long John ran to the side-board tracks
Jumped that train, never him come back
Train it's coming, on the way he was
Salem city in Arkansas (?)
Train come around, the train sounds
Train sounds something like this
Train gets speed, it sound like this