John Wesley Harding Bob Dylan
Was a [F]friend [G]to the [C]poor,
He [C]trav'led with a gun in ev'ry [Dm]hand.[F] [G]
[C]All along this countryside,
He [F]opened [G]many a [C]door,
But he was [C]never known
To [F]hurt an [G]honest [C]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.
Tabbed by Eyolf Østrem - dylanchords.info
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