Now Buttermilk John played the steel guitar
It made a mournful sound
From the cotton fields of Arkansas
To the streets of that Nashville town
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Oh John, oh John, play all night long
Play till my tears run dry
Oh John, oh John, play one last song
Before you take that final ride
Now Buttermilk John sure loved Miss Jean
She never left his side
Was the sweetest love I've ever seen
The Holy Bible was their guide
[Chorus]
Now Buttermilk John was a godly man
I loved him like a son
Now he's gone on to the Glory Land
With Jesus he, he will run
[Chorus]
Oh John, oh John, play one last song
Before you take that final ride
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written by Gill, Vincent Grant
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