Some folks drink and some folks smoke,
Some folks love and some folks don't;
Some folks laugh and some folks frown,
Some folks here that'll gun you down.
Goodbye, John,
Six white horses come to take you home;
Goodbye, John,
Took you away before you sang your song.
Some preach wrong and some preach right,
Some preach love and some preach fight;
Takes every kind to make the world go 'round,
Takes only one to gun you down.
Goodbye, Martin,
Six white horses come to take you home;
Goodbye, Reverend,
Took you away before you sang your song.
Some people stick pretty close to home,
Others are born with an urge to roam;
Welcome, welcome to our town,
Hope nobody tried to gun you down.
Goodbye, Bobby,
Six white horses come to take you home;
Goodbye, Robert,
Took you away before you sang your song.
Goodbye, John,
Goodbye, Martin,
Goodbye, Bobby,
They took you away before you sang your song.