How many more times You gonna cut me in two? How many more times You gonna grind me like you do? I got a real bad feeling They're singing in the barn I got a real, real bad feeling And I fear the break of dawn
How many more times are you going to do me for?
Run, John Barleycorn, run! Now run on home The miller's cup is empty And his fire's going cold Run, John Barleycorn, run! Now run on home He intends to cut you down And put you to the stone
How many more years You gonna lay me out to dry? How many more years You gonna sentence me to die?
And neither one's telling me the reason why
Run, John Barleycorn, run! Now run on home The miller's cup is empty And his fire's going cold Run, John Barleycorn, run! Now run on home He intends to cut you down And put you to the stone
Come the dark of Winter When you're hungry and alone Come the long, dark of Winter You're gonna treat me like a lord Just like you did the year before
Run, John Barleycorn, run! Now run on home The miller's cup is empty And his fire's going cold Run, John Barleycorn, run! Now run on home He intends to cut you down And put you to the stone
Run, John Barleycorn, run! Now run on home The miller's cup is empty And his fire's going cold Run, John Barleycorn, run! Now run on home He intends to cut you down And put you to the stoneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
