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Текст песни John Wesley Harding

John Wesley Harding Was A Friend To The Poor.
He Traveled With A Gun In Every Hand.
All Along This Countryside He Opened Many A Door,
But He Was Never Known To Hurt An Honest Man.

It Was Down In Shay-nee County, A Time They Talk About.
With His Lady At His Side, He Took A Stand.
And Soon The Situation There Was All But Straighened Out.
He Was Always Known To Lend A Helping Hand.

All Across The Telegraph, His Name, It Did Resound,
But No Charge Held Against Him Could Be Proved.
And There Was No Man Around Who Could Track Or Chain Him Down.
He Was Never Known To Make A Foolish Move.