John Wesley Harding

[Verse 1]

John Wesley Harding was a friend to the poor

He traveled a with a gun in every hand

All along this countryside, he opened a-many a door

But he was never known to hurt an honest man

[Harmonica Solo]

[Verse 2]

’Twas down in Chaynee County, a time they talk about

With his lady by his side he took a stand

And soon the situation there was all but straightened out

For he was always known to lend a helping hand

[Harmonica Solo]

[Verse 3]

All across the telegraph, his name it did resound

But no charge held against him could they prove

And there was no man around who could track or chain him down

He was never known to make a foolish move