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