Down the road lives good, old God Johnson.
Such a big man was he.
Mayor of Vicksburg.
Kept the boys in line...
Straight and narrow...
Straight and narrow... way back when...

"Hear the crowds!" "Clear the streets!"
"God Johnson's the man to beat!"
And beat he was...
With his wings...
Our wings... not so way back when...

Down the road lives good, old God Johnson.
Just a man in a mansion now.
We can see how yellow green is now.
Change how red the blue is now.
All of the beautiful Colours...
On canvas...
Our canvas... not at all back when...

Some still go to see good, old God Johnson
To ask the man an the mansion now-
But we never get an answer
It's a question no one hears
For yellow's only half of green
And red with blue is purple hue.
"What do I know of painting your Colours?"
"I will decide..."
"Myself..."
"If it's art enough to hang in my house."

So down the road lives good, old God Johnson
Slipping through our hands...
My hands... Just like way back when...
 

~Jan Brian Vis