Father John
Father John was a filthy man but he loved his God
Sitting by his window late last night, he sang a song
About the ways he put them wicked ones away
And on the other side of the mountains where they lay
On the other side of the mountains where they'll stay
Rumors on the street, well, I hear they're coming true
That filthy man he caught 'em, put 'em on a noose
'Cause every word he said, the people ate out of his hand
With just one crying word, you could be dead
With just one crying word you could be dead
They caught 'em up near Beckett Brook when the crew came riding through
They rounded up the young boys, chased 'em through the slough
I heard one drowned while the others hung around
Father John caught his prey
With heavy eyes, their momma's they came to weep
Looking down at their young boys
Father John did reap them away from the land
And all the families that they had
And on the other side of the mountains where they lay
On the other side of the mountains where they'll stay
Father John was a filthy man, but he loved his God
Sitting by his window late last night he sang a song
About the ways he put them wicked ones away
And on the other side of the mountains where they lay
And on the other side of the mountains where they'll stay
The other side of the mountains where they lay
Sitting by his window late last night, he sang a song
About the ways he put them wicked ones away
And on the other side of the mountains where they lay
On the other side of the mountains where they'll stay
Rumors on the street, well, I hear they're coming true
That filthy man he caught 'em, put 'em on a noose
'Cause every word he said, the people ate out of his hand
With just one crying word, you could be dead
With just one crying word you could be dead
They caught 'em up near Beckett Brook when the crew came riding through
They rounded up the young boys, chased 'em through the slough
I heard one drowned while the others hung around
Father John caught his prey
With heavy eyes, their momma's they came to weep
Looking down at their young boys
Father John did reap them away from the land
And all the families that they had
And on the other side of the mountains where they lay
On the other side of the mountains where they'll stay
Father John was a filthy man, but he loved his God
Sitting by his window late last night he sang a song
About the ways he put them wicked ones away
And on the other side of the mountains where they lay
And on the other side of the mountains where they'll stay
The other side of the mountains where they lay
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel J Kenyon, Colton Craig Crawford, Nathaniel William Hilts, Scott Matthew Pringle
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