Alvin Youngblood Hart - John Hardy lyrics

John Hardy was a desperate little man He carried two guns every day He shot a man on the West Virginia line And you ought to see John Hardy getting away And you ought to see John Hardy getting away John Hardy was lying on the broad river plain Drunk as he could be Up stepped a man and took him by the hand Saying Johnny, come and go with me Johnny, come and go with me He sent for his momma and his papa too To come and go his bail But bail ain't had for a murdering case And they locked John Hardy up in jail And they locked John Hardy up in jail John Hardy had a simple pretty little wife The dress that she wore was blue She came up to the old jail house cryin' Saying: Johnny, I been true to you oh boy Johnny, I been true to you John Hardy was standing in his cell Tears running down his eyes Crying: I've been the d**h of many a poor boy And now I'm ready to die, Lord Lord Now I'm ready to die, Lord Lord I been to the east, I been to the west I been in whole world round I been to the river and I been baptized Take me to my hanging ground Lord, Lord Take me to my hanging ground