John the Gun

Yes, though I'm torn and tattered I'll abide Baby, I swear I'll abide I may be bruised and battered I'm a beggar I'm a real good dog Yes, I was down in Bristol Well, I was an angel under the law Yes, now I'm outside Hazard Where they learned to call me John the Gun Yes, will you come and see me If it's all the same? Yes, fading like roses I've got so much love in me And oh, the Sisters of Mercy They were singing Singing my song In this deeply gone world, babe I'm singing Singing my song