Hardin Wouldn’t Run

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Johnny Cash - Country, Concept Album

Hardin Wouldn’t Run

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I know a man whose plow-handle hand is quicker than a light Wes Hardin is his name, they say he travels in the night For he might have to kill, or walk around a fight And if you ever saw Wes Hardin draw, you know he can skin his gun He won't say how many tried and died Up against the top hand, up against the wrong man, 'cause Hardin wouldn't run He rode in like a Texas wind, took the eastbound train Goin', goin' with Jane Bowen till the lawmen caught up "So long Janie, chin up, I'll be back again" Off he went to Huntsville Prison; "So long, Jane," he cried Fifteen years she waited, till her heart broke and she died And she left that bad land to wait up in the sky Free at last, the payin' past for all the wrong he did First free air they let him breathe since he was a kid So, let him come and let him go, let him deal and bid Near the border in El Paso, "Lawyer" reads a sign You won't find him there for business every day at nine For business is real bad, one client's all he's had in quite a long, long time Then Sheriff Selman's boy broke into Wes's woman's place Up she jumped and pistol-whipped him, kicked him in the face And John Selman demands revenge for this disgrace You could see, every night, by candlelight, in Hardin's favorite bar She'd be hangin' on his arm, and very late they'd leave there Headed for the Goose Hair, glad it wasn't far Right through the swingin' doors John Selman came with a blazin' gun Wes Hardin chug-a-luggin' red-eye, got him in the back of the head John Wesley Hardin fell dead, Hardin wouldn't run

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  • Johnny Cash