John Daniel

John Daniel came to town one summer afternoon

Wearin' dirty work clothes so everyone presumed

He was just another logger from the loggin' camp nearby

And he was, but there was somethin' different in John Daniel's eyes

John Daniel was a young man, not more than twenty-four

And there was an air about him that one could not ignore

And in spite of callused hands & dirty clothes, his face was kind

And I wanted so to know what was in John Daniel's mind

John Daniel, tell me where did you come from