| John Hardy was a desperate little man, | 
| He carried two guns every day. | 
| He shot down a man on the West Virginia Line, | 
| You oughta seen John Hardy gettin' away, | 
| You oughta seen John Hardy gettin' away. | 
| John Hardy stood in that old barroom | 
| So drunk that he could not see. | 
| And a man walked up and took him by the arm, | 
| He said, «Johnny, come and go along with me, | 
| Poor boy, Johnny, come and walk along with me.» | 
| John Hardy stood in his old jail cell, | 
| The tears running down from his eyes. | 
| He said, «I've been the death of many poor boy, | 
| But my six-shooter never told a lie, | 
| No, my six-shooters never told a lie.» | 
| The first one to visit John Hardy in his cell | 
| Was a little girl dressed in blue. | 
| She came down to that old jail cell; | 
| She said, «Johnny, I’ve been true to you, | 
| God knows, Johnny, I’ve been true to you.» | 
| The next one to visit John Hardy in his cell | 
| Was a little girl dressed in red. | 
| She came down to that old jail cell; | 
| She said, «Johnny, I had rather see you dead, | 
| Well, Johnny, I had rather see you dead.» | 
| «I've been to the east and I’ve been to the west, | 
| I’ve traveled this wide world around; | 
| I’ve been to that river and I’ve been baptized, | 
| So take me to my burying ground, | 
| So take me to my burying ground.» | 
| John Hardy was a desperate little man, | 
| He carried two guns every day. | 
| He shot down a man on the West Virginia Line, | 
| You oughta seen John Hardy gettin' away, | 
| You oughta seen John Hardy gettin' away. |