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

Yes, na, na, na

Hey, na, na, na

Hey, na, na, na

Hey, na, na, na

Hey, na, na, na

Hey, na, na, na

Hey, na, na, na

Hey, na, na, na