old john the queen of harlems heart was beat today she stopped in central park beside the frozen lake no stone to hold his grave no stone to hold his name only the wind will go to see him on his way no more no more tall tales of hidden gold tall tales of treasure hidden in the subway tunnels down below somewhere who knows who knows pup tent on big rock candy mountain beside the lakes of blackthorn gin she lives she lives 
['alternative country', 'indie folk', 'small room']