| Lyrics: | by Bob 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 |
