Old John Robertson. He wore a Stetson hat. People everywhere would. Laugh behind his back. No one cared to take. Any time to find out. What he was all about. Fear kept them out. Children laughed and played. And didn't know his name. They could tell when he. Was coming just the same. Walking slow with old John's. Crippled wife by his side. Then she sighed then she died. Magic words from him. Entrancing children's ears. But they laughed at him. When he went to hide his tears. All in vain was no game. For he'd lost an old friend. In the end in the end. Old John Robertson. He wore a Stetson hat. People everywhere would. Laugh behind his back. No one cared to take. Any time to find out. What he was all about. Fear kept them out