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