Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song John Oaks, artist - Neil Young.
Date of issue: 01.12.2016
Song language: English
John Oaks |
John Oaks is in the neighborhood |
Protecting all the trees |
He’s the master of irrigation |
And he knows what he sees |
Grape farmers watering everywhere |
Pipes running where they please |
John sees his laws are broken |
Trees drowning where they breathe |
Now John used to be a mellow man |
Drinking Chai and smoking weed |
Ain’t no one in the county |
Ever see’d whatever he see’d |
John Oaks, John Oaks |
John Oaks, John Oaks |
Old John rides in his pickup |
With rakes and friends in the back |
Workers he takes with him |
Then he drives them all back |
To protect them from the politicians |
Using them to get ahead |
Preying on the people |
Trying to get inside their heads |
John Oaks is really stand-up |
He won’t take shit lying down |
He calls it like he sees it |
And he puts his money down |
John Oaks, John Oaks |
John Oaks, John Oaks |
One day at the demonstration |
John Oaks was standing up |
He arrived there at the location |
In his old pickup truck |
Took a rake in his hand |
And his workers by his side |
Stood there waiting for his turn |
To speak and turn the tide |
When he found himself surrounded |
By police everywhere |
They tried to take his workers to jail |
When he grabbed one by his hair |
John Oaks, John Oaks |
John Oaks, John Oaks |
Shots rang out and people yelled |
As the police took control |
Shot a black man right where he fell |
With a sniper on the knoll |
John Oaks saw law and order |
Was leading him astray |
Tried to get back in his pickup |
With his workers to get away |
That’s when the police moved in |
And stood there in his way |
John started up his pickup |
And that was his last day |
John Oaks, John Oaks |
John Oaks, John Oaks |
They said he had a pistol |
When the old pickup backfired |
And shot him there behind the wheel |
And then John Oaks expired |
The workers grabbed the rakes |
And that’s all that I can say |
They went to the cemetery |
And they stay there to this day |
John Oaks, John Oaks |
John Oaks, John Oaks |
John Oaks, John Oaks |
John Oaks, John Oaks |