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