Letras de Get Away John

Get away, get away, get away, get away
Poor John

John Hardy was a fighting man
Carried a razor every day
He killed a man in Mobile town
You ought to see my Johnny get away
Ought to see my Johnny get away

Get away, get away, get away, get away
Poor John

John Hardy was standin′ at the bar
So drunk he could not see
Along came a man with a warrant in his hand
Cryin', "Johnny boy, why don′t you come with me?
Johnny boy, why don't you come with me?"

John Hardy had a pretty little gal
Kept her dressed in blue
He saw her in the hangin' crowd
Cryin′, "Johnny boy, I′ll be true to you
Johnny boy, I'll be true to you"

True to you, true to you, true to you
Poor John

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′ve lived in the south
This will be my buryin' ground
This will be my buryin' ground

I′ve been this wide world over
Been this whole world ′round
Been to the river and I've been baptized
Take me to my buryin′ ground

Get away, get away, get away