Little Good John

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Hey Little Good John

He’ll ride the tractor with his sunglasses on

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Hey Little Good John

He wear no shoe shine he’s got more shoes at home

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Little John gets bad sometimes but he steps right back in line

There are times he’s sad at night but by morning he’s all right

Hey Little Good John

He’ll fix the furnace while the damn thing’s still on

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Well he got him a gun but he didn’t like that

So he got him a knife and he skinned him a cat

Then he bought him a truck and he wrecked it out back

Then he got him a wife but then she got fat

Hey Little Good John

He’s got the woman she just keeps hangin’ on

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Little John had a school-bus chum waged war on Little John’s mom

Little John got mad one night fixed Randy’s wagon just right

Hey Little Good John

His bags are packed but he don’t know where’s goin’

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