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Johnny got up one morning; he went down to the company store

Got him a big box of bullets to fit into his .44

The store man said, "Son, are you gonna work? You know you owe

me too much to stop."

John said, "I got a little workin` to do but I ain`t goin` by your clock."



People said John was a slacker, `cause he wouldn`t fight in their war

A man wasn`t much if he wouldn`t fight back in 1940 and 4

The doctor said John was just too sick to go, but the people

said that he was a coward

And one of the men makin` fun of him was a fellow named Milton Howard



Milton was down at the cold spring, a-drinkin` from a mason jar

He said, "John, you better get yourself to work or you`re gonna

fool around `til you get fired."

John blew the dust from his old .44, put two holes in Milton`s head

When Johnny walked off to get some more shootin` done, that ol`

cold spring was a-runnin` red



Next guy he met was a Stigall boy, and the boy had a hammer in his hand

John said "Son, you should`ve built yourself a box, `cause you`re

a headed for the Promised Land."

Stigall fell down to his knees to pray, and he cried "Lord, Johnny

please don`t shoot!"

Before he got halfway to saying "Amen", well old Johnny shot

him out of his boots



Word went out through the county, that old John had lost his head

The people were runnin` and screamin`; there were seven of `em

lyin` there dead

Johnny hid out in a farmhouse; he had satisfaction in his eyes

He said "I know they`re coming to get me, boys, but they ain`t

a-gonna take me alive."



People gathered `round that old farmhouse; it was the relatives

of all them dead

Now John said, "If the sheriff comes through that door I`m gonna

fill him plumb full of lead."

The sheriff kicked down that old farmhouse door, but old John`s

gun would not shoot

Johnny just smiled at the sheriff and said, "The Lord must think

a lot of you."



They took old John to the jailhouse; he entered in a guilty plea

The judge said death in the electric chair, `cause it`s murder

in the first degree

John`s last meal was a lot of fried chicken, cold beans and baby squash

He ate every bite that they brought him, then he smiled and said,

"I thank you all a lot."



They put old John in the electric chair; they shaved his ankles

and his head

The preacher said, "Son, have you got something to say; in a

minute you`re a-gonna be dead."

John said, "I ain`t no coward, and the people know that I won`t run."

Then Johnny smiled up at the warden and said, "Turn it on, turn

it on, turn it on!"

Johnny got up one morning; he went down to the company store

Got him a big box of bullets to fit into his .44

The store man said, "Son, are you gonna work? You know you owe

me too much to stop."

John said, "I got a little workin` to do but I ain`t goin` by your clock."



People said John was a slacker, `cause he wouldn`t fight in their war

A man wasn`t much if he wouldn`t fight back in 1940 and 4

The doctor said John was just too sick to go, but the people

said that he was a coward

And one of the men makin` fun of him was a fellow named Milton Howard



Milton was down at the cold spring, a-drinkin` from a mason jar

He said, "John, you better get yourself to work or you`re gonna

fool around `til you get fired."

John blew the dust from his old .44, put two holes in Milton`s head

When Johnny walked off to get some more shootin` done, that ol`

cold spring was a-runnin` red



Next guy he met was a Stigall boy, and the boy had a hammer in his hand

John said "Son, you should`ve built yourself a box, `cause you`re

a headed for the Promised Land."

Stigall fell down to his knees to pray, and he cried "Lord, Johnny

please don`t shoot!"

Before he got halfway to saying "Amen", well old Johnny shot

him out of his boots



Word went out through the county, that old John had lost his head

The people were runnin` and screamin`; there were seven of `em

lyin` there dead

Johnny hid out in a farmhouse; he had satisfaction in his eyes

He said "I know they`re coming to get me, boys, but they ain`t

a-gonna take me alive."



People gathered `round that old farmhouse; it was the relatives

of all them dead

Now John said, "If the sheriff comes through that door I`m gonna

fill him plumb full of lead."

The sheriff kicked down that old farmhouse door, but old John`s

gun would not shoot

Johnny just smiled at the sheriff and said, "The Lord must think

a lot of you."



They took old John to the jailhouse; he entered in a guilty plea

The judge said death in the electric chair, `cause it`s murder

in the first degree

John`s last meal was a lot of fried chicken, cold beans and baby squash

He ate every bite that they brought him, then he smiled and said,

"I thank you all a lot."



They put old John in the electric chair; they shaved his ankles

and his head

The preacher said, "Son, have you got something to say; in a

minute you`re a-gonna be dead."

John said, "I ain`t no coward, and the people know that I won`t run."

Then Johnny smiled up at the warden and said, "Turn it on, turn

it on, turn it on!"

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