Mad John Small Faces
[Am]There was an old man, who [C]lived in a green [D]wood,
[Am]Nobody knew him, or [C]what he had [D]done,
But [Am]mothers would say to their [C]children '[D]Beware of Mad [C]John'.
John would sing with the birds in the morning,
Laugh witht the wind in the cold hand of night,
But people from behind their curtains said 'He's not quite right'.
[A]John, had it [Dsus2]sussed,
He was [G]living the life of a [C]tramp,
His [Fmaj7]bed was the cold and the [Bm]damp,
But the sun was his [E]friend: he was [F]free.
So here was a wise one, who loved all the haters,
Loved them so much that their hate turned to fear,
And shaking from behind their curtains the loved ones would hear:
Ay-diddle aye di, diddle aye di and di di,
Ay-diddle aye di, diddle aye di, di di,
Ay-diddle aye di, diddle aye di, diddle aye di, aye diddle aye-di di.