Hardin Wouldnt Run

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I know a man whose plow handle hand is quicker than a light
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Wes Hardin is his name they say he travels in the night
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For he might have to kill or walk around a  fight

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And if you ever saw Wes Hardin draw you know he can skin his gun
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 He won't say how many tried and died up against the top hand
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 Up against the wrong man cause Hardin' wouldn't run

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He rode in like a Texas wind took the eastbound train
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Goin' goin' with Jane Bowen till the law men caught up
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 So long Janie chin up I'll be back again

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Off he went to Huntsville Prison so long Janie he cried
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Fifteen years she waited till her heart broke and she died
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And she left that bad land to wait up in the sky

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Free at last the payin' past for all the wrong he did
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First free air they let him breathe since he was a kid
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So let him come and let him go and let him deal and bid

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Near the border in El Paso lawyer reads the sign
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You won't find him there for business every day at nine
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For business is real bad one client's all he's had in quite a long long time

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Then sheriff Selman's boy broke in to Wes's woman's place
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Up she jumped and pistol whipped him kicked him in the face
   G            G         D                 G
And John Selman demands revenge for this disgrace

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You could see every night by candlelight in Hardin's favorite bar
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 She'd be hanging on his arm and very late they'd leave there
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 Headed for the Goose Hair glad it wasn't far

| E     | D     | C     | A     | G     | E     | G     | A     | A     |

      A                    A                 A                   A
Right through the swinging doors John Selman came with a blazin' gun
    A             A              A               A
Wes Hardin chug-a-luggin' red eye got him in the back of the head
A                  A             E               A
John Wesley Hardin fell dead cos Hardin wouldn't run

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