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