| Now John Hardy was a desperate little man
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| Strapped on his guns every day
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| Shot down a man on the West Virginia line
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| You oughta seen John Hardy get away
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| Oughta seen John Hardy gettin' away
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| He run up to Virginia around the east stone bridge
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| Thought he would surely be free
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| And along came a marshall with a gun in his hand
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| Said Johnny come along with me boy
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| The judge wants to see you boy come along with me
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| Now John Hardy had himself a little woman
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| The dress she wore was blue
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| She hollered out to Johnny as he run on out of town
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| Johnny I’ll be true to you boy
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| Johnny I’ll be true to you
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| Well his legend had traveled from the east to the west
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| From the north to the southeastern towns
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| But when the sun comes up tomorrow they’ll take John Hardy down
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| And show him to his hanging ground
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| They’re gonna let John Hardy swing down |