Текст пісні John Hardy - Chris Smither

John Hardy

John Hardy was a desperate little man
He carried a razor every day
He killed a man down in Mobile town
You ought to have seen John Hardy get away
You ought to have seen John Hardy get away

John Hardy had a pretty little one
He kept her dressed in blue
He saw her in the hangin' crowd
She said, "Johnny, I'll be true to you
Oh, Johnny, I'll be true to you"

Well, the night John Hardy was to be hung
There came a storm and hail
Blowed the hangin' scaffold down
They throwed John Hardy back in jail
They throwed John Hardy back in jail
They throwed John Hardy back in jail
They throwed John Hardy back in jail

I've been to the East, Lord, I've been to the West
I've been this wide world round
I've been to the river and I've been baptized
Take me to my buryin' ground
Oh, take me to my buryin' ground
Just take me to my buryin' ground
Oh, take me to my buryin' ground