Old John Robertson, he wore a Stetson hat People passing by would never look back Long white hair, bright blue eyes shining through's If he knew, and he always knew Children laughing, playing didn't know his name They could tell when he was coming just the same Walking slow with old Jo, his crippled wife by his side Then she sighed, then she died As a younger man he wore many hats so well In the early days of Hollywood so many stories to tell And after many years his legacy remains Settled down in the country in retro Santa Fe Magic words from him caressing children's ears And their laughter helped to hide away his tears All in vain, it was no game for he'd lost an old friend In the end, in the end Old John Robertson, he wore a Stetson hat People everywhere would laugh behind his back No one cared to take any time to find out What he was all about