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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 feelin'
They're singin' in the barn
I got a real, real bad feelin'
And I fear the break of dawn
How many more times are you gonna do me wrong?
Run, John Barleycorn, run
Now run on home
The miller's cup is empty
And his fire's goin' 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 tellin' me the reason why
Run, John Barleycorn, run
Now run on home
The miller's cup is empty
And his fire's goin' 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 goin' 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 goin' cold
Run, John Barleycorn, run
Now run on home
He intends to cut you down
And put you to the stone!
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