John Hardy Lyrics - Miami - The Gun Club

Well, John Hardy was a vicious little man 

He carried two guns every day 

He shot down a man on the West Virginia line 

I see John Hardy gettin' away, poor boy 

See John Hardy gettin' away 

Well, John Hardy went up to that free stone bridge 

Where there, he thought he was free 

A dare the man, who called nobody his own 

Said, "Johnny come and go with me", poor boy 

Johnny come and go with me 

John Hardy had a pretty little wife back home 

The dress that she wore was blue 

She come to the jail house with a loud shout 

Said, "Johnny, I've been true to you", poor boy 

"Johnny, I've been true to you", she said 

John Hardy sent out to the East Coast 

Sent for his folks to come and go his bail 

But there was no bail allowed for the murderin' man 

They sent John Hardy back to jail, poor boy 

Sent John Hardy back to jail, back now 

Who's going to shoe your pretty little feet 

Who's gonna glove your hand 

Who's gonna kiss your rosy red cheeks 

It's gonna be that steel drivin' man, poor boy 

"Be that steel drivin' man", she said 

Now sittin' alone there in his cell 

Now tears are rolling down his eyes 

He's been the death of many, a poor man 

And now, he is ready to die, poor boy 

Now he is ready to die 

Singin' "I've been to the east, I've been to the west" 

I've seen this whole wide world around 

I've been to the river and I've been baptized 

Take me to my hanging in the ground, poor boy 

"Take me to my hanging in the ground", she said 

I [Incomprehensible] poor boy, poor boy