| Old John Robertson he wore a Stetson hat
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| People passing by would never affect
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| Long white hair bright blue eyes shining through
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| 's if he knew, and he always knew
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| Children laughing playing didn’t know his name
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| They could tell when he was coming just the same
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| Walking slow with old John’s crippled wife by his side
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| Then she sighed, then she died
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| As a younger man he wore many hats so well
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| In the early days of Hollywood so many stories to tell
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| And after many years his legacy remains
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| Settle down in the country in …
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| Magic words from him caressing children’s ears
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| And their laughter helped to hide away his tears
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| All in vain it was no game for he’d lost an old friend
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| In the end, in the end
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| Old John Robertson he wore a Stetson hat
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| People everywhere would laugh behind his back
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| No one cared to take any time to find out
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| What he was all about |