John Hardy

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 six-shooters never told a lie,
No, my six-shooters 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.'
'Ive 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.