Here’s to John Wesley Hardin

Lyrics

Here´s to John Wesley Hardin, No man was quicker on the draw Many men tried his meddle And found it wasn´t wanting lead Think of Jane when you judge him; She loved and lost a wanted man Gaming tables were turning Against the man who learned the law Wes the Winner was losing To fall with bullets in his back Bottoms up to a Texan What´s more, a relative of mine