John the Gun

Yes, though I'm torn and tattered
I'll abide
Baby, I swear I'll abide

I may be bruised and battered
I'm a beggar
I'm a real good dog

Yes, I was down in Bristol
Well, I was an angel under the law

Yes, now I'm outside Hazard
Where they learned to call me
John the Gun

Yes, will you come and see me
If it's all the same?

Yes, fading like roses
I've got so much love in me

And oh, the Sisters of Mercy
They were singing
Singing my song

In this deeply gone world, babe
I'm singing
Singing my song