I'm Long John; I'm a long time gone Like a turkey through the corn With my long clothes on Well, if I had a-listened, to what my good gal said Well, I'd a been a-sleepin', in my good gal's bed But I didn't listen; I just rambled about Well, now I'm on a chain gang, with my teeth poked out I'm Long John; I'm a long time gone Like a turkey through the corn With my long clothes on I got a heel in the front; I got a heel behind Well, you can't quite tell, I'm a-runnin' or a-flyin' I'm way out yonder, you know, ahead of them hounds Ain't a hound in town, that can run me down I'm Long John, I'm a long time gone Like a turkey through the corn With my long clothes on I'm standin' on the corner, with a dollar in my hand You know, I'm waitin' for the cold things, that the white folks send Sendin' old cold 'tatoes and a chittlin' stew And sendin' old hog eye, and a cold tough too I'm Long John, I'm a long time gone Like a turkey through the corn With my long clothes on With my long clothes on With my long clothes on