John Hardy

1.

John Hardy was a mean an' disperated man,
He carried two guns ever' day,
He shot a man in New Orlean Town,
John Hardy never lied to his gun, poor boy.
2.

He's been to the east and he's been to the west,
An' he's been this wide world round,
He's been to the river an' been baptized,
An' he's been on his hangin' grounds, poor boy.
3.

John Hardy's father was standin' by,
Sayin', " Johnie, what have you done? "
He murdered a man in the same ole town,
You ought to see John Hardy gittin' away, poor boy.
4.

John Hardy's mother come weepin' around
Cryin', " Johnie, what have you done? "
" It's all for the sake of her I love. "
An' they run John Hardy back in jail, poor boy.
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