Well he was a man O' he was a good man He was out of his mind but deep down inside O' he was a good man ​ O' he read the book Well he read the good book Well the ones he would find were the devil's lines But he read the good book ​ O' he's gone So long Yes he's gone Poor st. john ​ Down the stairs made of stone
Was blood next to bone Only heaven, heaven can wait ​ O' he's gone So long Yes he's gone Poor st. john ​ Well he worked hard I heard he worked real hard He would sleep during the day but at night he'd wake And boy he'd work real hard ​ O' he's gone So long Yes he's gone Poor st. john