Run, John Barleycorn, Run (Weathermaker Vault Series) - Clutch

How many more times

You gonna cut me in two?

How many more times

You gonna grind me like you do?

I got a real bad feeling

They’re singing in the barn

I got a real, real bad feeling

And I fear the break of dawn

How many more times are you going to do me for?

Run, John Barleycorn, run!

Now run on home

The miller’s cup is empty

And his fire’s going cold

Run, John Barleycorn, run!

Now run on home

He intends to cut you down

And put you to the stone

How many more years

You gonna lay me out to dry?

How many more years

You gonna sentence me to die?

And neither one’s telling me the reason why

Run, John Barleycorn, run!

Now run on home

The miller’s cup is empty

And his fire’s going cold

Run, John Barleycorn, run!

Now run on home

He intends to cut you down

And put you to the stone

Come the dark of Winter

When you’re hungry and alone

Come the long, dark of Winter

You’re gonna treat me like a lord

Just like you did the year before

Run, John Barleycorn, run!

Now run on home

The miller’s cup is empty

And his fire’s going cold

Run, John Barleycorn, run!

Now run on home

He intends to cut you down

And put you to the stone

Run, John Barleycorn, run!

Now run on home

The miller’s cup is empty

And his fire’s going cold

Run, John Barleycorn, run!

Now run on home

He intends to cut you down

And put you to the stone