Текст песни John Hardy - Burl Ives
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
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