| I know a man whose plow handle hand
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| Is quicker than a light
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| Wes Hardin is his name
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| They say he travels in the night
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| For he might have to kill
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| Or walk around a fight
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| And if you ever saw Wes Hardin draw
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| You know he can skin his gun
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| He won’t say how many tried and died
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| Up against the top hand
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| Up against the wrong man
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| 'Cause Hardin wouldn’t run
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| He rode in like a Texas wind
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| Took the East bound train
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| Goin', goin' with Jane Bowen
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| Till the lawmen caught up So long Janie chin up
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| I’ll be back again
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| Off he went to Huntsville prison
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| «So long Janie», he cried
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| Fifteen years she waited
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| Till her heart broke and she died
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| And she left that bad land
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| To wait up in the sky
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| Free at last the payin' past
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| For all the wrong he did
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| First free air they let him breathe
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| Since he was a kid
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| So let him come and let him go And let him deal, and bid
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| Near the border in El Paso
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| Lawyer reads the sign
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| You won’t find him there for business
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| Every day at nine
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| For business is real bad one client’s
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| All he’s had in quite a long long time
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| Then Sheriff Selman’s boy
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| Broke in to Wes’s woman’s place
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| Up she jumped and pistol
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| Whipped him kicked him in the face
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| And John Selman demands
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| Revenge for this disgrace
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| You could see every night
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| By candlelight in Hardin’s favorite bar
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| She’d be hanging on his arm
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| And very late they’d leave there
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| Headed for the goose hair
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| Glad it wasn’t far
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| Right through the swinging doors
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| John Selman came with a blazin' gun
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| Wes Hardin chug a luggin' red eye
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| Got him in the back of the head
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| John Wesley Hardin fell dead
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| Hardin wouldn’t run |