Get away, get away
Get away, get away
Poor John
John Hardy was a fightin' man
Carried a razor ev'ry day
He k**ed 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