John Wesley Harding Lyrics by Bob Dylan

John Wesley Harding Lyrics

    John wesley harding
    Was a friend to the poor,
    He trav'led with a gun in ev'ry hand.
    All along this countryside,
    He opened a many a door,
    But he was never known
    To hurt a honest man.

    'twas down in chaynee county,
    A time they talk about,
    With his lady by his side
    He took a stand.
    And soon the situation there
    Was all but straightened out,
    For 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 they prove.
    And there was no man around
    Who could track or chain him down,
    He was never known
    To make a foolish move.

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