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!