Buttermilk John

Now Buttermilk John played the steel guitar

It made a mournful sound

From the cotton fields of Arkansas

To the streets of that Nashville town

Oh John, oh John, play all night long

Play till my tears run dry

Oh John, oh John, play one last song

Before you take that final ride

Now Buttermilk John sure loved Miss Jean

She never left his side

Was the sweetest love I've ever seen

The Holy Bible was their guide

Oh John, oh John, play all night long

Play till my tears run dry

Oh John, oh John, play one last song

Before you take that final ride

Now Buttermilk John was a godly man

I loved him like a son

Now he's gone on to the Glory Land

With Jesus he, he will run

Oh John, oh John, play all night long

Play till my tears run dry

Oh John, oh John, play one last song

Before you take that final ride

Oh John, oh John, play one last song

Before you take that final ride