John Wesley Hardin was a bad, bad man Carried two guns every day He shot a man dead at the age of fifteen Ought to seen John Wesley get away Ought to seen John Wesley get away He looked to the east, and he looked to the west The time was about sundown As Johnny rode away, they heard him say Ill see you in another western town Ill see you in another western town John Wesley was standin in a bar one night Hummin a cowboy song When a stranger walked in with a gun in his hand Sayin, Johnny, youd better move along Sayin, Johnny, youd better move along Johnnys big black gun never left his hip All the stranger saw was a flame They buried him dead by the light of the moon John Wesley didnt even know his name John Wesley didnt even know his name Johnny had a reputation as a ladys man A pretty girl in every town He was fast with a gun, had to have his fun Else you wouldnt find John Wesley hangin round Else you wouldnt find John Wesley hangin round When John Wesley Hardin shot the sheriff of the town They put him in that old state pen Thered be no more notches on his big black gun Johnny couldnt see the pretty girls again Johnny couldnt see the pretty girls again
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