Текст песни Bob Dylan - John Wesley Harding, слова песни Bob Dylan

Текст песни Bob Dylan - John Wesley Harding

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John wesley hardingWas a friend to the poor,He travled with a gun in evry hand.All along this countryside,He opened a many a door,But he was never knownTo hurt a honest man.twas down in chaynee county,A time they talk about,With his lady by his sideHe took a stand.And soon the situation thereWas all but straightened out,For he was always knownTo lend a helping hand.All across the telegraphHis name it did resound,But no charge held against himCould they prove.And there was no man aroundWho could track or chain him down,He was never knownTo make a foolish move.

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