Burl Ives - John Hardy - Текст песни

Burl Ives - John Hardy
 
John Hardy was a desperate little man 
He carried two guns every day 
He shot down a man on that West Virginia line 
You ought a seen John Hardy getting away 
You ought to seen John Hardy getting away

John Hardy stood in that old barroom 
So drunk that he could not see 
And a man walked up and took him by the arm 
He said Johnny, come and go along with me Poor boy
Johnny, come and walk along with me 

John Hardy stood in his old jail cell 
The tears running down from his eyes 
He said I've been the death of many a poor boy 
But my six-shooters never told a lie 
No, my six-shooters never told a lie

The first one to visit John Hardy in his cell 
Was a little girl dressed in blue 
She came down to that old jail cell
She said Johnny, I've been true to you God knows
Johnny, I've been true to you 

The next one to Visit John Hardy in his cell 
Was a little girl dressed in red 
She come down to that old jail cell 
She said, Johnny, I had rather see you dead 
Well, Johnny, I had rather see you dead 

I've been to the East and I've been to the West 
I've traveled this wide world around 
I've been to that river and I've been baptized 
So take me to my burying ground 
So take me to my burying ground 

John Hardy was a desperate little man 
He carried two guns every day 
He shot down a man on the West Virginia line 
You ought to seen old John Hardy getting away 
You ought to seen old John Hardy getting away