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Ashland, Ohio.
Now, Old John lived on the edge of town
Kinda nestled in the valley where the crick come down,
In a little old trailer patched with pieces of tin
And his hair and his frame and his livin' was thin.
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Come on boat and get me. The water's risin'.
Come on boat and get me. The water's risin'.
Come on boat and get me. Come on boat and get me.
Come on boat and get me before I drown.
Most folks thought that John was odd
'Cause he lived all alone with his dog and God.
They figgered there had to be somethin' wrong
With a fellow who only sang this one song. CHORUS
I'll never forget that 4th of July
When water poured down from a lightnin' sky
And suddenly I heard all around that song
That crazy old John had sung so long.
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When the rains came down, why the water came up.
They rescued the kids and the neighbors' pup.
And all through that terrible night of storm,
We could hear the cracked singin' of funny old John.
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When the sun came out and the rainclouds withdrew
And the water went down and the skies were blue,
Folks' homes and dogs and cars were gone.
And we couldn't find his trailer and we couldnÕt find John.
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And now in the night
when the hills wash with rain,
When the warnin' sounds,
The crick's risin' again!
Some folks say the dark wind
is singing a song
In a crackly old voice
just like funny old John.
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