Tom Paxton – My Son John (Guitar)

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My son John was a good boy and good to me,

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when we had hard times well he stood by me,

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we were in work and out of work and on the go,

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if he had complaints I never heard of one,

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he would pitch in and help me like a full grown man,

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My son John,       John my son,

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My son John went to college and he made his way,

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had to earn every penny but he paid his way,

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he worked summers and holidays and through the year,

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and it was no easy struggle that he won,

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but he laughed at the ones who thought he had it hard,

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My son John,       John my son,

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My son John got his uniform and went away,

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With a band playing marches he went away,

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And he wrote me a letter when he had the time,

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He was losing his buddies one by one,

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And I prayed and tried not to read between the lines,

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My son John,      John my son,

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My son John came home yesterday, he’s here to stay,

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Not a word to his father have I heard him say,

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He seems glad to be home but I can’t be sure,

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When I asked him what he’s seen and done,

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He went up to his bedroom and he closed the door,

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My son John,      John my son,

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He went up to his bedroom and he closed the door,

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My son John,      John my son,