Lost John was a boy that got loose  From a chain gang down in Louisiana    
About sixteen bloodhound, took in after him  And everybody else in the county  Chasin' him all across the swamp    
Lost John outrun the bloodhounds there  All night long, it was long towards mornin'  He looked up to the tree there  And seen the lights from a house    
He didn't know whether the people inside  Was friends or were enemies  So he wanted to go up to the house  So, and asked if he could stay there  To get away from the bloodhounds    
He was afraid if he did go up there  That the people might set their dogs  Barking at him or shoot him down    
This is the story about lost John    
Old lost John ain't lost no more