Go Hide John    (1972)

Thank you, operator
Hello, Marie? It's me. I'm back
Go hide John. I'm gonna get 'im
I swear I'm gonna get 'im

I wrote you how I felt from Cam Rahn Bay
He burned his card and stole your love away
Now I'm back on the sweet side of the pond
And I thought I'd call and tell ya
Go hide John

Might as well and tell him hell waits on an airplane
I depart these California skies at dawn
You thought the war and all its fire would kill me in the jungle
But I'm alive, it's time to go hide John

Oh, you'll get your divorce, I promise you
But ol' John won't be in church to say "I do"
He helped you cash and drink up all my bonds
And I thought I'd call and tell ya
Go hide John

Hide him well and tell him hell waits on an airplane
I depart these California skies at dawn
Upon my word, the next big bird his troubles comes to Houston
And I thought I'd call and tell you go hide John

I loved you, Marie, and I guess I still do
But I'm gonna get 'im
I swear I'm gonna get 'im.

Lyrics by Gene Crysler.
Recorded by Woodrow Wilson "Red" Sovine.


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