Little Johnny

Johnny run down to the corner store

buy the house some bread

Johnny run faster than fast

Before your father is dead



The wicked winds of change are here

Rapping on our wooden door

We burned all the beds

And hid the ashes under the floor



Horrible screams shatter the sky

We watch the horses ride into town

watch them dismount their riders

and wath their riders drown



Johnny don't worry. Come home to us now

Your dreams will come true, 'though your father is dead

Johnny move the cows out of here

We'll bury him in the shed.