
Old John Penny Lyrics
- Genre:Blues
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Old John Penny fell down a well,
The well carried on
All the way to hell.
Through the blackness he did fly
At a thousand miles an hour
Yet no one heard his cry
As he met his final hour.
John Penny, John Penny,
He was on his way to hell.
There was nothing that could save him
Any more.
Not the sound of a church bell,
Not a cross upon his chest,
A hair shirt beneath his vest,
Not a prayer to the Lord,
Not a flaming holy sword,
Not a bible, not the word.
Not one thing in this world.
John Penny was
On his way to hell.
Old John Penny the devil did meet,
The devil said 'Johnny,
Wash my feet'.
Old John Penny turned up his nose,
Took out a knife,
Cut off Nick's toes.
John Penny, John Penny,
He was on his way to hell.
There was nothing that could save him
Not the sound of a church bell,
Not a cross upon his chest,
A hair shirt beneath his vest,
Not a prayer to the Lord,
Not a flaming holy sword,
Not a bible, not the word.
Not one thing in this world.
John Penny was
On his way to hell.
Old John Penny was thrown out the well,
Now the devil limps
His way around hell.
Now Johnny's got
A story to tell
Of the day he met his maker in hell
Of how he left him shaken and stirred
And how he gave
Old Nick the bird.
John Penny, John Penny,
He was on his way to hell.
There was nothing that could save him
Not the sound of a church bell,
Not a cross upon his chest,
A hair shirt beneath his vest,
Not a prayer to the Lord,
Not a flaming holy sword,
Not a bible, not the word.
Not one thing in this world.
John Penny was
On his way to hell.
But he was saved by his quick thinking
When he chopped the Devil's pinkie,
Now the Devil limps his way around hell.
John Penny, John Penny,
He was on his way to hell.
There was nothing that could save him
Not the sound of a church bell,
Not a cross upon his chest,
A hair shirt beneath his vest,
Not a prayer to the Lord,
Not a flaming holy sword,
Not a bible, not the word.
Not one thing in this world.
John Penny was
On his way to hell.