[Spoken:]
John Wesley Hardin lost his roll shootin' dice in the Jim Saloon in El Paso
One night back in '95
For a while he sat there and watched the game broodin' mad
Then he drew a pistol and said gimme my money back
And the timid soul handlin' the cash for the house said,
"Take it all Mr Hardin it belongs to you."
Hardin got arrested for it the next day
But nobody thought to ask him to return the money
He did get told not to play that way anymore
[Song:]
I know a man whose plow handle hand is quicker than a light
Wes Hardin is his name they say he travels in the night
For he might have to kill or walk 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 a Texas wind, took the eastbound train
Goin' goin' 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, let him deal and bid
Near the border in El Paso Lawyer reads a sign
You won't find him there for business ev'ry day at nine
For, business is real bad, one client's all he's had in quite a long, long time
Then Sheriff Selman's boy broke in to Wes' woman's place
Up she jumped and pistol whipped him, kicked him in the face
And John Selman demands revenge for this disgrace
You could see ever night by candlelight in Hardin's favorite bar
She'd be hanging on his arm and very late they'd leave there
Headed for the Goose Hair glad it wasn't far
Right through the swingin' doors John Selman came with a blazin' gun
Wes Hardin chug-a-luggin' red eye, got him in the back of the head
John Wesley Hardin fell dead
Hardin wouldn't run