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