was a good boy and good to me
When we had hard times, well,
He would pitch in and help
My son, John, John, my son
went to college and he made his way
Had to earn every penny but he
He worked summers and holidays
And it was no easy struggle
But he laughed at the ones
who thought he had it hard
My son, John, John, my son
got his uniform and went away
With a band playing marches,
And he wrote me a letter,
He was loosing his buddies one by one
And I prayed and tried not to read
My son, John, John, my son
He went up to his bedroom
My son, John, John, my son
He went up to his bedroom
My son, John, John, my son
