My Son, John Songtext
von 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 losing his buddies one by one
And I prayed and tried not to read between the lines

My son John, John my son

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 asked 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