Intro          Old John Robertson he wore a Stetson hat People everywhere would laugh behind his back   No one cared to take any time to find out   What he was all about fear kept them out   Children laughed and played and didn’t know his name   They could tell when he was coming just the same   Walking slow with old John’ crippled wife by his side   Then she sighed then she died   Magic words from him would charm some children’ ears   But they laughed at him when he hid behind his tears All in vain was no game for he’d lost an old friend   in the end in the end Old John Robertson he wore a Stetson hat People everywhere would laugh behind his back   No one cared to take any time to find out   What he was all about fear kept them out