Nate John Herlache - John (Live) Lyrics

Well John came over the hillside
One fourth of July night
With a hot cup of coffee
And some Baileys to make it ripe

He said son you must excuse me
For my perpetual ways
Though I'm bobbin' and I'm weavin'
Cause no spirit can hold me in place

I've been gettin' up slowly
But I'll always burn it down
Reputation proceeds me
All over this, little town
If they get to askin'
Where my time went my friend
Tell em' I spent it with my people cause lord knows I'm heaven sent

Said I was raised on this rock
And twisted limestone shelf
And I've been hunting these woods since
The age of twelve
Though you might of heard things
I've heard em' just as well
But I'll always be true to my family name so buddy I'll see you in hell

I've been gettin' up slowly
But I'll always burn it down
Reputation proceeds me
All over this, little town
If they get to askin'
Where my time went my friend
Tell em' I spent it with my people cause lord knows I'm heaven sent

Got friends in Atlanta
Down in Florida too
But the lowest love I've felt is within the frozen root
Times I've faltered
But most memories are good
And I know I'll get back cause the whole damn farm back home is rootin' for me

I've been gettin' up slowly
But I'll always burn it down
Reputation proceeds me
All over this, little town
If they get to askin'
Where my time went my friend
Tell em' I spent it with my people cause lord knows I'm heaven sent