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Getaway, getaway, getaway, getaway, Poor John. |
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John Hardy was a fightin' man, carried a razor ev'ry day. |
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He killed a man in Mobile town |
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You ought to see my Johnny get away. |
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Ought to see my Johnny |
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Getaway, getaway, getaway, getaway, Poor John. |
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John Hardy was standin' at the bar, so drunk he could not see. |
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Along came a man with a warrant in his hand, |
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Crying, "Johnny boy, why don't you come with me? |
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Johnny boy, why don't you come with me?" |
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John Hardy had a pretty little gal, kept her dressed in blue. |
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He saw her in the hangin' crowd, |
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Cryin', "Johnny boy, I'll be true to you. Johnny boy, I'll be true to you. |
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True to you. True to you. True to you. Poor, John." |
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I've been to the East and I've been to the West, been this whole world 'round. I've been to the North and I lived in the South. |
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This will be my buryin' ground. This will be my buryin' ground. |
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I've been this wide world over. |
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Been this whole world 'round. |
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Been to the river and I've been baptized. |
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Take me to my buryin' ground. |
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Getaway, getaway, getaway. |
