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| I know a man whose plow handle hand is quicker than the light, |
| Wes Hardin is his name, they say he travels in the night, |
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| for he might have to kill or w | alk around a | fight. |
| And if you ever saw Wes Hardin draw you know he can skin his gun, |
| he won't say how many tried and died, up against the top hand, |
| up against the wrong man, cause Hardin wouldn't run. |
| He rode in like the Texas wind, took the Eastbound train, |
| going, going with Jane Bowen till the law men caught up, |
| So long Janie, chin up, I'll be back again. |
| Off he went to Huntsville Prison, so long Jane he cried, |
| fifteen years she waited till her heart broke, and she died, |
| and she left that bad land to wait up in the sky. |
| Free at last, the payin' past for all the wrong he did, first |
| free air they let him breathe since he was a kid, So let him |
| come and let him go, and let him deal and bid. |
| Near the border in El Paso "Lawyer" read the sign, |
| but you won't find him there for business every day at nine, |
| for business is real bad one client's all he had in quite a |
| long time. |
| Then Sheriff Selman's boy broke into Wes's woman's place, |
| up she jumped and pistol whipped him, kicked him in the face, |
| and John Selman demands revenge for this disgrace. |
| You can see her every night by candle light at Hardin's |
| favorite bar, She'd be hanging on his arm, and very late |
| they'd leave there, Heading for the goose hair, glad it wasn't far. |
| Thru the swinging door John Selman came with blazing gun, |
| Wes Hardin chug-a-luggin' red eye, got him in the back of the head, |
| John Wesley Hardin fell dead, cause Hardin wouldn't run. |
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