Sometimes identity theft occurs at birth. What would you do?
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Lyrics
The Ballad of Old John Smith
Verse 1
All the records were lost in the Flood O’ Forty Seven,
So he’ll never know now until he gets to Heav’n,
Honest and true the real name he was given,
The man they just call Old John Smith.
Verse 2
Well, he can’t get a job ‘cause he ain’t got a ref’rence,
No Green Card or papers that prove a man exists.
Bosses these days got a definite pref’rence
For workers that ain’t called John Smith.
Chorus
Singin’, Who are you? Who are you?
Everyone thinks that your name is just a myth,
And you’re fooling nobody but you, Old John Smith.
Verse 3
Though the criminal background checks all come up empty,
The cops still think John is a man to reckon with.
“Get out of town or you’ll stay here quite lengthy,
‘Cause we’ll lock you up, Old John Smith.”
Verse 4
Now when he gives his name everybody starts groaning.
The obvious alias cannot be dismissed.
Such a lame name that he should be disowning,
To pick one that’s not “Old John Smith.”
Chorus
Verse 5
Oh, he must have had parents before the disaster,
Like Murphy or Kelly or anything but Smith.
Poor John will die with no kin or ancestor,
The man they just call Old John Smith.
Chorus (x 2) “Tell me, who…”
Coda
Fare thee well, Old John Smith,
Fare thee well and gone.
Fare thee well, Old John Smith.
Take your name along.
Fare thee well, Old John Smith,
Johnny, we hardly knew ye.
Poor little Johnny boy, didn’t know who you were.