Oh little John Hardy was a bad little man,
He carried two guns every day;
He shot him a man in Chinatown;
Ought to saw John Hardy make his getaway,
To saw John Hardy make his getaway.
He run 'til he got to the East bound bridge,
Oh the East bound train was late;
Up walked an old policeman and caught him by the arm,
Said, "John Hardy, come and go with me, Lord, Lord,
John Hardy, come go with me."
I've been to the East and I've been to the West,
I've been this whole world around;
I've been to the river and I've been baptized,
And now I'm a-going to my hanging ground,
Oh now, I'm going to my hanging ground.
