Getaway John Lyrics - Kingston Trio

Get away, get away 

Get away, get away 

Poor John 

John Hardy was a fightin' man 

Carried a razor ev'ry day 

He killed a man in Mobile town 

You ought to see my Johnny get away 

You ought to see my Johnny get away 

Get away 

Get away, get away 

Poor John 

John Hardy was standin' at the bar 

So drunk he could not see 

Along came a sheriff with a warrant in his hand 

"Johnny boy, you'd better come with me 

Yeah, Johnny boy, you'd better come with me" 

John Hardy had a pretty little gal 

Kept her dressed in blue 

He saw her in the hangin' crowd 

Cryin', "Johnny boy, I'll be true to you 

Johnny boy, I'll be true to you" 

True to you 

True to you, true to you 

Poor, John 

I've been to the East and I've been to the West 

Been this whole world 'round 

I've been to the North and I lived in the South 

This will be my buryin' ground 

This will be my buryin' ground 

Well, I've been this wide world over 

Been this whole world 'round 

Been to the river and I've been baptized 

Take me to my buryin' ground 

Get away, get away, get away