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John Hardy - Carter Family - 60 bpm


John
F
Hardy

was a
C
desperate little

man

He
F
carried two

guns every
C
day


He
F
shot down a

man on that
C
West Virginia

line

You
G
oughta seen John

Hardy getting a

way, Poor

Boy

You
G
oughta seen John

Hardy getting
C
away



John
F
Hardy

stood in that
C
old bar

room

So
F
drunk that he

could not
C
see


And a
F
man walked

up and
C
took him by the

arm

He said
G
Johnny, come and

go along with

me, Poor

boy

G
Johnny, come and

walk along with
C
me



John
F
Hardy

stood in his
C
old jail

cell

The
F
tears running

down from his
C
eyes


He
F
said I've been the

death of
C
many a poor

boy

But my
G
six-shooters

never told a

lie, Lord

Lord

No, my
G
six-shooters

never told a
C
lie



The
F
first one to

visit John
C
Hardy in his

cell

Was a
F
little girl

dressed in
C
blue


She
F
came down

to that
C
old jail

cell

She said
G
Johnny, I've been

true to

you, Lord

Lord

God
G
knows, Johnny,

I've been true to
C
you



The
F
next one to

Visit John
C
Hardy in his

cell

Was a
F
little girl

dressed in
C
red


She
F
come down

to that
C
old jail

cell

She said,
G
Johnny, I'd

rather see you

dead, Lord

Lord

Well,
G
Johnny, I had

rather see you
C
dead



I've
F
been to the

East and I've
C
been to the

West

I've
F
traveled this

wide world
C
around


I've
F
been to that

river and
C
I've been bap

tized

So
G
take me to my

burying

ground, Lord

Lord

So
G
take me to my

burying
C
ground


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