John Hardy Songtext
von Frank Proffitt

John Hardy, he was a desperate little man
And he carried two pistols every day
Went and shot a man on the West Virginia line
You oughta saw John Hardy getting away, Lord, Lord
You oughta saw John Hardy getting away

John Hardy, he went to the East Stone Bridge
And he vowed that he would be free
Up stepped Ned Foley and he took him by the arm
"Johnny, walk along with me, Lord, Lord
Johnny, walk along with me"


John Hardy, he had a little girl
And the dress that she wore was red
She followed him to his hanging ground
"Papa, I would rather be dead, Lord, Lord
Papa, I would rather be dead"

John Hardy, he had another little girl
And the dress that she wore was blue
She followed her daddy to his hanging ground
"Papa, I′ve been good to you, Lord, Lord
Papa, I've been good to you"

Now I′ve been to the East and I've been to the West
And I've been this whole world around
I′ve been to the river and I′ve been baptized
Now I'm on my hanging ground, Lord, Lord
Now I′m on my hanging ground