Johnny got up one mornin'
He went down to the company store
Got him a big box of bullets
To fit into his 44

The store man said, “Son are you gonna work
You know you owe me too much to stop?”
John said, “I got a little working to do
But I ain't goin' by your clock”

People said John was a slacker
'Cause he wouldn't fight in their war
A man wasn't much if he wouldn't fight back
In nineteen forty and four

The doctor said John was just too sick to go
But the people said that he was a coward
And one of the men makin' fun of him
Was a feller named a Milton Howard

Milton was down at the Cold Spring
A drinkin' from a Mason jar
He said, “John you better get yourself to work
You gonna fool around till you get fired”

John blew the dust from his old 44
Put two holes in Milton's head
When Johnny walked off to get some more shootin' done
That old Cold Spring was a runnin' red

Next guy he met was a Steagall boy
And the boy had a hammer in his hand
John said, “Son you should've built yourself a box
'Cause you're a headed for the Promised Land”

Steagall fell down to his knees to pray
And he cried, “Lord, Johnny please don't shoot”
Before he got half way to sayin' Amen
Well, old John shot him out of his boots

Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/Qo82Word went out through the County
That old John had lost his head
The people were running and screaming
There were seven of 'em layin' there dead

Johnny hid out in a farmhouse
He had satisfaction in his eyes
He said, “I know they're coming to get me boys
But they ain't a gonna take me alive”

People gathered round that old farmhouse
Was the relatives of all them dead
Now John said, “If the sheriff comes through that door
I'm gonna fill him plum full of lead”

The sheriff kicked down that old farmhouse door
But old John's gun would not shoot
Johnny just smiled at the sheriff
And said, “The Lord must think a lot of you”

They took old John to the jail house
He entered in a guilty plea
The judge said, “Death in the electric chair
'Cause it's murder in the first degree”

John's last meal was a lot of fried chicken
Cold beans and a baby squash
He ate every bite that they brought him
Then he smiled and said, “I thank you all a lot”

They put old John in the electric chair
They shaved his ankles and his head
The preacher said, “Son you got something to say
In a minute you're a gonna be dead”

John said, “I ain't no coward
And the people know that I won't run”
Then Johnny smiled up at the warden
And said, “Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on”