John Robinson, John Robinson, you shot your brother down
Now you say you're looking, for help in leaving town
We don't want you here, boy, we don't want you around
Cause every time I see your face, I see a sun going down.
Your father was a banker, your mother was a thief
Together they made money, far beyond belief
But you were never satisfied, you always wanted more
Now your brother's body lies, a-bleeding on the floor.
Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds, baked into a pie
When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing
Say wasn't that a dainty dish to set before a King.
John Robinson, John Robinson, they'll hang you from a tree
and I can't put my family back in jeopardy
You were never satisfied, you always wanted more
Now you'll get what you deserved, every since the war
Now you'll get what you deserved, ever since the war.
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