The Rolling Stones - John Wesley Harding Lyrics

(Dylan)



John Wesley Harding

Was a friend to the poor,

He trav'led with a gun in ev'ry hand.

All along this countryside,

He opened a many a door,

But he was never known

To hurt a honest man.



'Twas down in Chaynee County,

A time they talk about,

With his lady by his side

He took a stand.

And soon the situation there

Was all but straightened out,

For he was always known

To lend a helping hand.



All across the telegraph

His name it did resound,

But no charge held against him

Could they prove.

And there was no man around

Who could track or chain him down,

He was never known

To make a foolish move.