Tom: A
A E D A
I live in the cemetery, ol' caretaker they call me,
A E D A
in the wintertime I rake the leaves and in the summer I cut the weeds.
D A
When a funeral comes the people cry and pray,
E A
they bury their dead, then they all go away,
D A
and here I work and I somehow hide
E A
from a world that rushes by outside.
D A
But each night when I rest my head,
E D A
I'm contented as the peaceful death.
A
But who's gonna cry when old John dies,
E D A
who's gonna cry when old John dies ?
A E D A
Once I was a young man dashing with the girls,
A E D A
now no one wants an old man, I lost my handsome curls.
D A
But I wanna say when my time comes,
E A
lay me facing the rising sun,
D A
put me in the corner where I buried my pup,
E A
tell the preacher to pray then cover me up.
D A
Don't plant flowers where my head should be,
E A
maybe God would let some grow for me.
D A
And all the little children that I love like my own,
E D A
will they be sorry that old John's gone ?
A
Who's gonna cry when old John dies,
E D A
who's gonna cry when old John dies ?
