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Getaway, getaway, getaway, getaway, Poor John.
John Hardy was a fightin' man, carried a razor ev'ry day. He killed a man in Mobile town
You ought to see my Johnny get away. Ought to see my Johnny
Getaway, getaway, getaway, getaway, 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,
Crying, 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, Ill
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 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. Getaway, getaway, getaway.
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