John Hardy

John Hardy was a fightin’ man Carried a razor everyday Well he killed a man in Mobile town You ought to see my Johnny get away Ought to see my Johnny get away Well get away, get away Poor John, poor John John Hardy was standin’ at the bar So drunk he could not see Along came a man with a warrant in his hand Cryin’ Johnny boy why don’t you come with me Johnny boy why don’t you come with me Well get away, get away Poor John, poor John John Hardy had a pretty little girl Kept her dressed in blue Saw her in the hangin’ crowd Cryin’ Johnny boy I’ll be true to you Johnny boy I’ll be true to you Well get away, get away Poor John, poor John I’ve been to the north and I’ve been to the south Been this whole world ‘round Well I’ve lived in the east and I’ve lived in the west And this will be my buryin’ ground This will be my buryin’ ground Yes I’ve been this wild world over Yes I’ve been this whole world ‘round And I’ve been to the river And I’ve been baptized Take me to my buryin’ grounds Well get away, get away Poor John, poor John, poor John