From the song we all learned in History class.
Sing it with me now:
"John Brown's body lies a-moulderin' in the grave;
John Brown's body lies a-moulderin' in the grave;
John Brown's body lies a-moulderin' in the grave;
His soul is marching on!
Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah! His soul is marching on!
He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord!
He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord!
He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord!
His soul is marching on!
John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back!
John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back!
John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back!
His soul is marching on!
His pet lambs will meet him on the way;
His pet lambs will meet him on the way;
His pet lambs will meet him on the way;
They go marching on!
They will hang Jeff Davis from a sour apple tree!
They will hang Jeff Davis from a sour apple tree!
They will hang Jeff Davis from a sour apple tree!
As they march along!"
As long as he's not THAT John Brown, he may have possibilities.