And if any cross the path I choose to tread
So now I shall never fall
Why, then they will die young
I am the master of the games
Their chances they are poor
Before the evening of their span of days
Before the evening of their span of days
Sad would be your day"
My name is John The Gun
For always will I play the game of war
Put away your guns of steel
Which fools have found
Death comes too soon for all
And you must heed His call
Before the evening of their span of days
Condemn me not
Ideals of peace are gold
''If you should chance to meet me
John, The Gun did say
Upon the plains of war
That you will hardly ever play
I am the master of the games
My life is mine and the light did shine
So I will teach your sons
Put away your guns of steel
I am the master of the games
Till the guns they did go through me
And if they should die
As I wander to and fro
Why, then they will die young
Your Master He may need you soon
Put away your guns of steel
And if they should die
And you must heed His call
Death comes too soon for all
Death comes too soon for all
Your Master He may need you soon
That you will hardly ever play
That you will hardly ever play
I shall destroy them all
And if they should die
In moonshine or in sun
So I will teach your sons
So I will teach your sons
Your Master He may need you soon
And you must heed His call
