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.
    It was 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.