| A | D | A | |
| Old John Robertson he | wore a Stetson | hat |
| A | D | E | |
| People everywhere would | laugh behind his | back |
| A | D | A | F#m | E | |
| No one | cared to | take any | time to find | out |
| D | E | |
| What he was all | about, fear kept them | out |
| A | D | A | |
| Children laughed and played and | didn´t know his | name |
| A | D | E | |
| They could tell when he was | coming just the | same |
| A | D | A | F#m | E | |
| Walking | slow with old | John´s crippled | wife by his | side |
| D | E | |
| Then she | sighed, then she | died |
| E D E A F#m B A D F#m * |
| Magic words from him would charm some children´s ears |
| But they laughed at him when he hid behind his tears |
| All in vain was no game for he'd lost an old friend |
| in the end, in the end |
| Verse 1 |
| * I know that the middle part is not very good. If someone knows it |
| accurately please be free to correct it by comment or through mailing to me |
| by: José Duarte |
| jtduarte1@gmail.com |