John Wesley Harding歌词
作词 : Bob Dylan
作曲 : Bob Dylan
[0:04.520]John wesley harding
[0:07.357]Was a friend to the poor
[0:10.972]He trav'led with a gun in ev'ry hand.
[0:18.616]All along this countryside,
[0:21.617]He opened many a door,
[0:25.217]But he was never known
[0:27.446]To hurt a honest man.
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[1:00.752]'twas down in Chaynee county,
[1:04.074]A time they talk about,
[1:07.824]With his lady by his side
[1:10.839]He took a stand.
[1:15.051]And soon the situation there
[1:18.470]Was all but straightened out,
[1:21.898]For he was always known
[1:23.926]To lend a helping hand.
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[1:57.745]All across the telegraph
[2:01.238]His name it did resound,
[2:04.748]But no charge held against him
[2:07.643]Could they prove.
[2:11.487]And there was no man around
[2:14.972]Who could track or chain him down,
[2:18.559]He was never known
[2:20.554]To make a foolish move.