John Hardy, was a desp'rate little man, Carried a razor ev'ry day He killed a man on the West Virginia line Shoulda seen John Hardy gettin' away
John Hardy had a pretty little girl The dress she wore was blue She came skippin' through the old jail hall Sayin', "Pappy, I'll be true to you"
And John Hardy had another little gal The dress she wore was red She followed John Hardy to his hangin' ground Saying, "Pappy, I would rather be dead"
John Hardy stood in the barroom door So drunk he could not see The sheriff came by and took him by the hand Said, "Johnny, come and go with me"
And the night John Hardy was to be hung There came a storm and a hail And the wind blew the hangin' scaffold down They threw John Hardy back in jail
Now I been to the East, and now I been to the West I been this wide world around I been to the river and I been baptized Take me to my buryin' groundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
