Lost John sitting on a railroad track
Waiting for a booster, ain’t due to come back
He’s long gone, long gone

Lost John hiding like a weasel in the rye
Bottle full of trouble and the devil in his eye
He’s long gone, long gone
He’s long lost John from Bowling Green

Lost John cutting through the Indiana Corn
Thousand people chasing him have never been born
He’s long gone, long gone

High up in the treetops, way up in the air
Branches in the ribcage, kerosene prayer
He’s long gone, long gone
Hе’s long lost John from Bowling Green

Lost John bleeding down the road a hundred miles
Light on in thе window and a sheep killing smile
He’s long gone, long gone

Lost John sitting on a railroad track
Waiting for a booster, ain’t due to come back
He’s long gone, long gone
He’s long lost John from Bowling Green