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
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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
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O' he's gone
So long
Yes he's gone
Poor st. john
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Down the stairs made of stone
Was blood next to bone
Only heaven, heaven can wait
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O' he's gone
So long
Yes he's gone
Poor st. john
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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
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O' he's gone
So long
Yes he's gone
Poor st. john