John Hardy was a desperate little man
He carried two guns every day
on the West Virginia line
You oughta seen John Hardy getting away
Well, John Hardy made a run
It was there he thought he'd be free
Singing, Johnny, walk along with me
Singing, Johnny, walk along with me
Well, the first one to visit
Was a little girl dressed in blue.
She came down to that old jail cell
Singing, Johnny, I've been true to you,
Well, Johnny, I've been true to you.
Then the next one to visit
A little girl dressed in red.
She came down to that old jail cell,
saying, Johnny, I'd rather see you dead,
Well, Johnny, I'd rather see you
John Hardy stood in his old jail cell,
the tears running down from his eyes.
He said, I've been the death
but my six -shooter never told a lie.
No, my six -shooter never told a lie
He carried two guns every day
Well, he blowed down a man
on the West Virginia line