John Hardy was a desperate little man He carried two guns evry day He shot down a man on that West Virginia line You oughta seen John Hardy gettin away... You oughta seen John Hardy gettin away... John Hardy stood in that old baroom So drunk that he could not see And a man walked up and took him by the arm He said, Johnny, come and go along with me Poor boy, Johnny, come and walk along with me. John Hardy stood in his old jail cell The tears running down from his eyes He said, Ive been the death of many a poor boy But my sixshooters never told a lie No, my sixshooters never told a lie The first one to visit John Hardy in his cell Was a little girl dressed in blue She came down to that old jail cell She said, Johnny, Ive been true to you God knows, Johnny, Ive been true to you. The next one to visit John Hardy in his cell Was a little girl dressed in red She came down to that old jail cell She said, Johnny, I had rather see you dead Well, Johnny, I had rather see you dead. You might also likeIve been to the East and Ive been to the West Ive traveled this wide world around Ive been to that river and Ive been baptized So take me to my burying ground So take me to my burying ground. John Hardy was a desperate little man He carried two guns evry day He shot down a man on the West Virginia line You oughta seen John Hardy gettin away You oughta seen John Hardy gettin away
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