Oh little John Hardy was a bad little man
He carried two guns every day
He shot him a man in Chinatown
Ought to saw John Hardy make his getaway
To saw John Hardy make his getaway
He run 'til he got to the East bound bridge
Oh the East bound train was late
Up walked an old policeman and caught him by the arm
Said, "John Hardy, come and go with me, Lord, Lord
John Hardy, come go with me"
I've been to the East and I've been to the West
I've been this whole world around
I've been to the river and I've been baptized
And now I'm a-going to my hanging ground
Oh now, I'm going to my hanging ground