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John Hardy was a desperate little manHe carried two guns every dayHe shot down a man on that West Virginia lineYou oughta seen John Hardy getting awayYou oughta seen John Hardy getting awayJohn Hardy stood in that old barroomSo drunk that he could not seeAnd a man walked up and took him by the armHe said Johnny, come and go along with mePoor boy, Johnny, come and walk along with meJohn Hardy stood in his old jail cellThe tears running down from his eyesHe said I've been the death of many a poor boyBut my six-shooters never told a lieNo, my six-shooters never told a lieThe first one to visit John Hardy in his cellWas a little girl dressed in blueShe came down to that old jail cellShe said Johnny, I've been true to youGod knows, Johnny, I've been true to youThe next one to Visit John Hardy in his cellWas a little girl dressed in redSongtexteShe come down to that old jail cellShe said, Johnny, I had rather see you deadWell, Johnny, I had rather see you deadI've been to the East and I've been to the WestI've traveled this wide world aroundI've been to that river and I've been baptizedSo take me to my burying groundSo take me to my burying groundJohn Hardy was a desperate little manHe carried two guns every dayHe shot down a man on the West Virginia lineYou oughta seen old John Hardy getting awayYou oughta seen old John Hardy getting away Aus Songtexte Mania