John Daniel (J. Fisher)

At every twilight from May ‘til October
John Daniel went walkin’ back in them old hills
There wasn’t much future in a sharecropper’s fortune
John Daniel had planted a fate of his own

John Daniel, John Daniel, go down from your garden
John Daniel, John Daniel, your supper is cold
Your poor wife’s a’waitin’ without her sweet darlin’
So go now John Daniel, and head on back home
Go down John Daniel, go down John Daniel

His Maggie slaved over her oven all evenin’
Preparin’ their supper and keepin’ it warm
So that her John Daniel would never go hungry
She prayed to sweet Jesus to keep him from harm

One night he stayed longer out in his green pasture
His Maggie was worried, she waited alone
She saw that patrol car roll down the dirt driveway
She knew her John Daniel might never come home

John Daniel, John Daniel, go down from your garden
John Daniel, John Daniel, your supper is cold
Your poor wife’s a’waitin’ without her sweet darlin’
So go now John Daniel, and head on back home
Go down John Daniel, go down John Daniel

John Daniel, John Daniel, go down from your garden
John Daniel, John Daniel, them bars are so cold
Your poor wife’s a’waitin’ without her sweet darlin’
John Daniel’s in prison, he’ll never go home
Go down, John Daniel, go down, John Daniel


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