I live in the cemetery ol` caretaker they call me In the wintertime I rake the leaves and in the summer I cut the weeds When a funeral comes the people cry and pray They bury their dead and they all go away But through their grief I still can see their hate and greed and jealousy So here I work and I somehow hide from a world that rushes by outside And each night when I rest my head I`m contented as the peaceful death But who`s gonna cry when old John dies who`s gonna cry when old John dies Once I was a young man dashing with the girls Now no one wants an old man I lost my handsome curls But I wanna say when my time comes lay me facing the rising sun Put me in the corner where where I buried my pup Tell the preacher to pray then cover me up Don`t lay flowers where my head should be maybe God let some grow for me And all the little children that I love like my own Will they be sorry that old John`s gone Who`s gonna cry when old John dies who`s gonna cry when old John dies
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