Chris Hillman - New Old John Robertson

Old John Robertson he wore a Stetson hat
People passing by would never affect
Long white hair bright blue
Eyes shining through
's if he knew, and he always knew

Children laughing playing didn't
Know his name they could tell when he was
Coming just the same
Walking slow with old John's crippled
Wife by his side
Then she sighed, then she died

As a younger man he wore many hats so well
In the early days of Hollywood
So many stories to tell
And after many years his legacy remains
Settle down in the country in

Magic words from him
Caressing children's ears
And their laughter helped to
Hide away his tears
All in vain it 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

Written by:
CHRIS HILLMAN, ROGER MCGUINN

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