John Hardy was a vicious little man He carried two guns every day He shot down a man on the West Virginia line I see John Hardy gettin away, poor boy See John Hardy gettin away John Hardy went up to that free stone bridge Where there, he thought he was free A death to men, called nobody his own Siad, Johnny come and go with me poor boy Johnny come and go with me. John Hardy had a pretty little wife back home The dress that she wore was blue She come to the jailhouse with a loud shout Said, Johnny, Ive been true to you, poor boy Johnny, Ive been true to you. She said John Hardy sent out to the East Coast Sent for his folks to come and go his bail But, there was no bail allowed for the murderin man They sent John Hardy back to jail Sent John Hardy back to jail Whos going to shoe your pretty little feet Whos gonna glove your hand Whos gonna kiss your rosy red cheek Its gonna be that steel drivin man Be that steel drivin man She said Now hes sittin alone there in his cell Tears rolling down his eyes Hes been the death of many, a poor man Now, he is ready to die, poor boy Now he is ready to die Sigin Ive been to the east, Ive been to the west Ive seen this whole wide world around Ive been to the river and Ive been baptized Take me to my hanging in the ground Take me to my hanging in the ground She said
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