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AOld John Robertson he Dwore a Stetson Ahat
APeople everywhere would Dlaugh behind his Eback
ANo one Dcared to Atake any F#mtime to find Eout
What he was all Dabout, fear kept them Eout
AChildren laughed and played and Ddidn´t know his Aname
AThey could tell when he was Dcoming just the Esame
AWalking Dslow with old AJohn´ crippled wF#mife by his sEide
Then she Dsighed, then she Edied
AMagic words from him would Dcharm some children´ eAars
ABut they laughed at him when he Dhid behind his Etears
AAll in Dvain was no Agame for he'd F#mlost an old Efriend
in the Dend, in the Eend
AOld John Robertson he Dwore a Stetson Ahat
APeople everywhere would Dlaugh behind his Eback
ANo one Dcared to Atake any F#mtime to find Eout
What he was all Dabout, fear kept them Eout
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