John Hardy, The Boss, And the Judge (Remastered)

John Hardy was a desperate little man
He carried two guns every day
He shot Frank Jones on that West Virginia line
You ought a seen John Hardy get away
You ought a seen John Hardy get away

John Hardy's boss was a man of power
He ran the county and town
We knew that it was the Boss's command
That put Frank Jones in the ground
That put Frank Jones in the ground

The Boss said to John, don't you worry none
I don't forget loyalty
He gave a smirk and he spat on the ground
It's been cinched up, trust me
It's been cinched up, trust me

The wife of Judge Stone was cousin to Frank
She said after sermon Sunday
Frank's been killed, so I ask of you
Will justice be coming some day
Will justice be coming some day

Judge Stone went and called on the Boss
I know you've been stealing awhile
But, as we're friends, I'll take 5 percent
And John Hardy for a murderin' trial
And John Hardy for a murder trial

John Hardy's Boss quickly weighed that deal
Seemed fair enough all around
Offered his hand and smiled to say
John Hardy is down in Pullman town
John Hardy is down in Pullman town

John Hardy was a desperate little man
There was no arrest and no trial
Because he shot back while cursing the Boss
And loudly lived for a while
And loudly lived for a while

Judge Stone, angry, went to the Boss
Here's what's what my wealthy friend
Buy Frank a tombstone, for me 10 not 5
Then we can call this the end
And then we can call this the end



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Writer(s): Daniel Orias
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