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Verse 1
D
John
Wesley
Hardin lost his role shooting dice
El
For a while he just sat there,
watched the game, brooding, mad.
Then he drew a pistol and said, give me my
money back.
And the timid soul handling the cash
of the house said, take it all
Mr.
Hardin, it belongs to you.
He did get told not to play
I know a man whose plow handle
hand is quicker than a light.
Hardin is his name they say
and he travels in the night for he might
and if you ever saw his heart and draw
you know he can skin his gun
won't say how many tried and died up against the
top hand up against the wrong man cause
Well, he rode in like a
Texas wind
And he took the eastbound train
Goin', goin' with
Jane
Bowen
Till the lawman called up
So long,
Well, off he went to
Huntsville
Prison
So long,
Janie, cryin'
Fifteen years she waited till her
heart broke and she died then
D
A
D
A
D
up in the sky
I'll free at last the paying pass
First, yeah,
they let him breathe since he was a kid
So let him come and let him go,
I'll near the border in
El
Paso while all your reeds are signed
You won't find him there for
business every day at 9
For business has been real bad,
Then
Sheriff
Selman's boy broke into
Wes' woman's place
After she jumped and pistol whipped
and kicked him in the face
John
In
Hardin's favorite bar
She'd be hangin' on his arm
Headed for the goose hair
Right through the swingin' doors
John
Wes
Hardin chugga -luggin' red
I got him in the back of the head
John
West the
Hardin fell dead
Cause
Ladies and gentlemen,
I'm going to tell you about the train song now, called the
Little
Hippo
Drive, right?
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