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Get away, get away |
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Get away, get away |
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Poor John |
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John Hardy was a fightin' man |
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Carried a razor ev'ry day |
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He killed a man in Mobile town |
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You ought to see my Johnny get away |
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You ought to see my Johnny get away |
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Get away |
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Get away, get away |
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Poor John |
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John Hardy was standin' at the bar |
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So drunk he could not see |
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Along came a sheriff with a warrant in his hand |
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"Johnny boy, you'd better come with me |
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Yeah, Johnny boy, you'd better come with me" |
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John Hardy had a pretty little gal |
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Kept her dressed in blue |
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He saw her in the hangin' crowd |
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Cryin', "Johnny boy, I'll be true to you |
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Johnny boy, I'll be true to you" |
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True to you |
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True to you, true to you |
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Poor, John |
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I've been to the East and I've been to the West |
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Been this whole world 'round |
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I've been to the North and I lived in the South |
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This will be my buryin' ground |
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This will be my buryin' ground |
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Well, I've been this wide world over |
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Been this whole world 'round |
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Been to the river and I've been baptized |
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Take me to my buryin' ground |
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Get away, get away, get away |
