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Johnny Hart, he was a desperate little man Hell raisin' ran a pistol every day Cut down a man on a free state line Should've seen Johnny Hart gettin' away, oh Lord, See Johnny Hart gettin' away Johnny Hart made a run for the free state line There he thought he'd be free Man came walkin' and grabbed him by the arm He said, "Johnny come along with me, ol' boy, Johnny come along with me" Johnny Hart, he wrote his mom and dad Sayin, come here and go my bail But money won't go his murder charge They lay Johnny Hart back in jail, oh Lord They lay Johnny Hart back in jail Now the first one to visit Johnny Hart in jail Was a girl with a rag on her head Said, "I never thought I'd see you in that jail, I believe I'd rather see you dead, Johnny Hart, I believe I'd rather see you dead" Now the next one to visit Johnny Hart in jail Was his lovely wife, she was so brave Said, "I'd rather see you in your windin' sheets Than see you on a long rattlin' chain, dear god, See you on a long rattlin' chain" Johnny Hart he stood in his jail cell And a tear ran down his eye There'd been the death of many deadly sheriff Six gone and he's never told a lie, no Lord, Six gone and he's never told a lie Well I've run to the east, I've run to the west I've run just as far as I can If I ever get loose from this ball and chain I'm gonna make it to the free state line, dear God, Make it to the free state line You've got guards to the east and guards to the west You've got guards this whole world round But before I'll be a slave I'll rot in your bed You can take me to my hangin' ground, mister jail, Take me to my hangin' ground
Writer(s): Woody Guthrie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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