Like a turkey through the corn borne,
Well if I had listened, if I had listened,
What my good gal said, what
I'd have been a -sleepin',
I'd have been a -sleepin' in my good gal's bed, my good gal's bed
But I didn't listen, I didn't listen,
just rambled about, rambled about
And now I'm on a chain gang,
I'm Long John, Long John,
I'm a long time gone, boy
Like a turkey through the corn, boy
I got a heel in front, got a heel in front
A heel behind, and a heel behind
You can't quite tell, can't quite tell
If I'm running or flying, running or flying
I'm a long time gone, boy
Like a turkey through the corn, boy
ain't a hound in town, a hound in town
that can run me down, run me down
I'm a long john, a long john
Like a turkey through the convoy
Well, I'm a -standin' on the corner,
a -standin' on the corner
With my dollar in my hand,
I'm waitin' for the cold things
that the white folks send
Sendin' old cold taters, old cold taters
And a -tittlin' stew, a -tittlin' stew
And a -sendin' old hog -eyes
I'm Long John, Long John,
I'm a long time gone boy,
like a turkey to the corn boy
Like a turkey to the corn boy,