My Name is John Jo Hannah

My Name is John Jo Hannah - Kelly Harrell

Written by：Harrell

My name is John Johannah I come from buffalo town

For nine long years I've traveled this wide wide world around

Through ups and downs and miseries and some good days I've saw

But I never knew what misery was till I went to Arkansas

I went up to the station the operator to spy

Told him my situation and where I wanted to ride

Said hand me down five dollars lad a ticket you shall draw

That'll land you safe by railway in the state of Arkansas

I rode up to the station I chanced to meet a friend

Alan Catcher was his name although they called him cain

His hair hung down in rat tails below his under jaw

He said he run the best hotel in the state of Arkansas

I followed my companion to his respected place

Saw pity and starvation was pictured on his face

His bread was old corn dodgers his beef I could not chaw

He charged me fifty cents a day in the state of Arkansas

I got up that next morning to catch that early train

He says don't be in a hurry lad

I have some land to drain

You'll get your fifty cents a day

And all that you can chaw

You'll find yourself a different lad when you leave old Arkansas

I worked six weeks for the son of a gun

Alan Catcher was his name

He stood seven feet two inches as tall as any crane

I got so thin on Sassafras tea

I could hide behind a straw

You bet I was a different lad when I left old Arkansas

Farewell you old swamp rabbits also you dodger pills

Likewise you walking skeletons you old Sassafras

If you ever see my face again

I'll hand you down my paw

I'll be looking through a telescope from home to Arkansas