John Wesley Harding
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.
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
Era amigo de los pobres,
Viajaba con un arma en cada mano.
Por todo este campo,
Abrió muchas puertas,
Pero nunca se supo
Que lastimara a un hombre honesto.
Fue en el condado de Chaynee,
Un tiempo del que hablan,
Con su dama a su lado
Tomó una posición.
Y pronto la situación allí
Estaba casi resuelta,
Porque siempre se supo
Que tendía una mano amiga.
Por todo el telégrafo
Su nombre resonaba,
Pero ningún cargo en su contra
Podían probar.
Y no había hombre alguno
Que pudiera rastrearlo o atraparlo,
Nunca se supo
Que hiciera un movimiento tonto.