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Velho John Robertson

The Byrds

Old John Robertson

Old John Robertson he wore a Stetson hat
People everywhere would laugh behind his back
No one cared to take any time to find out
What he was all about, fear kept them out

Children laughed and played and didn´t know his name
They could tell when he was coming just the same
Walking slow with old John´s crippled wife by his side
Then she sighed, then she died

Magic words from him would charm some children´s ears
But they laughed at him when he hid behind his tears
All in vain was no game for he'd lost an old friend
in the end, in the end

Old John Robertson he wore a Stetson hat
People everywhere would laugh behind his back
No one cared to take any time to find out
What he was all about, fear kept them out

Velho John Robertson

O velho John Robertson usava um chapéu Stetson
A galera ria dele pelas costas, sem dó
Ninguém se importava em parar pra descobrir
O que ele realmente era, o medo os afastou

As crianças riam e brincavam, não sabiam seu nome
Mas percebiam quando ele chegava, era a mesma
Andando devagar com a esposa manca ao seu lado
Então ela suspirou, então ela se foi

Palavras mágicas dele encantavam os ouvidos das crianças
Mas riam dele quando ele se escondia atrás das lágrimas
Tudo em vão, não era brincadeira, ele perdeu um velho amigo
No final, no final

O velho John Robertson usava um chapéu Stetson
A galera ria dele pelas costas, sem dó
Ninguém se importava em parar pra descobrir
O que ele realmente era, o medo os afastou

Composição: Chris Hillman / Roger McGuinn