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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