Tom Paxton - My Son, John lyrics
[Tom Paxton - My Son, John lyrics]
My son, John, was a good boy, and good to me
When we had hard times, well, he stood by me
We were in work and out of work and on the go
If he had complaints, I never heard of one
He would pitch in and help me
Like a full grown man
My son, John john, my son
My son, John
Went to college and he made his way
Had to earn every penny, but he paid his way
He worked summers and holidays
And through the year
And it was no easy struggle that he won
But he laughed at the ones who
Thought he had it hard
My son, John john, my son
My son, John, got his uniform and went away
With a band playing marches, he was sent away
And he wrote me a letter
When he had the time
He was loosing his buddies one by one
And I prayed
And tried not to read between the lines
My son, John john, my son
My son, John
Came home yesterday he's here to stay
Not a word, to his father
Have I heard him say
He seems glad to be home, but I can't be sure
When I ask him what he'd seen and done
He went up to his bedroom
And he closed the door
My son, John, John my son
He went up to his bedroom
And he closed the door
My son, John, John my son
When we had hard times, well, he stood by me
We were in work and out of work and on the go
If he had complaints, I never heard of one
He would pitch in and help me
Like a full grown man
My son, John john, my son
My son, John
Went to college and he made his way
Had to earn every penny, but he paid his way
He worked summers and holidays
And through the year
And it was no easy struggle that he won
But he laughed at the ones who
Thought he had it hard
My son, John john, my son
My son, John, got his uniform and went away
With a band playing marches, he was sent away
And he wrote me a letter
When he had the time
He was loosing his buddies one by one
And I prayed
And tried not to read between the lines
My son, John john, my son
My son, John
Came home yesterday he's here to stay
Not a word, to his father
Have I heard him say
He seems glad to be home, but I can't be sure
When I ask him what he'd seen and done
He went up to his bedroom
And he closed the door
My son, John, John my son
He went up to his bedroom
And he closed the door
My son, John, John my son