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Well, John Hardy was a vicious little man He carried two guns every day He shot down a man on the West Virginia line I see John Hardy gettin' away, poor boy See John Hardy gettin' away Well, John Hardy went up to that free stone bridge Where there, he thought he was free A dare the man, who called nobody his own Said, “Johnny come and go with me“, poor boy Johnny come and go with me John Hardy had a pretty little wife back home The dress that she wore was blue She come to the jail house with a loud shout Said, “Johnny, I've been true to you“, poor boy “Johnny, I've been true to you“, she said John Hardy sent out to the East Coast Sent for his folks to come and go his bail But there was no bail allowed for the murderin' man They sent John Hardy back to jail, poor boy Sent John Hardy back to jail, back now Who's going to shoe your pretty little feet Who
