John Wesley Harding 歌詞

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.