John Came Home

John came home from war this morning

He found his wife she wasn't there

And a cold-cold feeling crept through his bones

When he found a note at the bottom of the stairs

Said, "I'm in love with your brother I've found a preacher

I'm in love and I'm heading for the South

Boy, you were fine but I've changed my mind

I'm boarding the next train out of town"

John flew into a rage like thunder

He brought his fist down and he cracked the floor

He thought he broke bone the way

He screamed and he roared and he headed right back out the door

Said, "I'm going to find my brother

God damn this preacher I'm going to put him underneath a stone"

So when the oak trees are so tall the mountains feels small

They'll remember the wrath of my storm

John crashed in with his pistol crying in the morning

Just before the dawn

He took out his knife and he carved out the light

Of a future in the eyes of the lord

Strung him on high silhouetted in the sky let the

Ravens pick him to the bone

When the law man came by he turned down

His eyes not to gaze upon the brother of John

That station platform was empty and quiet

As she waited for a man who'd never show

When the noon day sun was high and cracking the ground

She felt a lump rise in her throat

John swept from behind put a gun on her side

Said, "Baby you were why I came home

I won't take your life but I want to look into your eyes

When you see I killed the man that you love"