My Son John - Tom Paxton

My son John was a good boy and good to me

When we had hard times well he stood by me

We were in work and out of work and on the go

If he had complaints I never heard of one

He would pitch in and help me like a full grown man

My son John John my son

My son John went to college and he made his way

Had to earn every penny but he paid his way

He worked summers and holidays and through the year

And it was no easy struggle that he won

But he laughed at the ones who thought he had it hard

My son John John my son

My son John got his uniform and went away

With a band playing marches he was sent away

And he wrote me a letter when he had the time

He was loosing his buddies one by one

And I prayed and tried not to read between the lines

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My son John came home yesterday he's here to stay

Not a word to his father have I heard him say

He seems glad to be home but I can't be sure

When I ask him what he'd seen and done

He went up to his bedroom and he closed the door

My son John John my son

He went up to his bedroom and he closed the door

My son John John my son