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Joni Mitchell

John Hardy

 

John Hardy


John Hardy was a fighting man
Carried a razor everyday
Well he killed a man in Mobile town
You ought to see my Johnny get away
Ought to see my Johnny get away

Well get away, get away
Poor John, poor John

John Hardy was standing at the bar
So drunk he could not see
Along came a man with a warrant in his hand
Crying Johnny boy why don't you come with me
Johnny boy why don't you come with me

Well get away, get away
Poor John, poor John

John Hardy had a pretty little girl
Kept her dressed in blue
Saw her in the hanging crowd
Crying Johnny boy I'll be true to you
Johnny boy I'll be true to you

Well get away, get away
Poor John, poor John

I've been to the north and I've been to the south
Been this whole world 'round
Well I've lived in the east and I've lived in the west
And this will be my burying ground
This will be my burying ground

Yes I've been this wild world over
Yes I've been this whole world 'round
And I've been to the river
And I've been baptized
Take me to my burying grounds

Well get away, get away
Poor John, poor John, poor John

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