New Old John Robertson - Chris Hillman

Old John Robertson he wore a Stetson hat

People passing by would never affect

Long white hair bright blue eyes shining through

's if he knew, and he always knew

Children laughing playing 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

As a younger man he wore many hats so well

In the early days of Hollywood so many stories to tell

And after many years his legacy remains

Settle down in the country in …

Magic words from him caressing children’s ears

And their laughter helped to hide away his tears

All in vain it 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