Jack Splittard
Chorus:
Getaway, getaway, getaway, getaway, Poor John.
John Hardy was a fightin` man, carried a razor ev`ry day. He killed a man in Mobile town
You ought to see my Johnny get away. Ought to see my Johnny
(Chorus)
John Hardy was standin` at the bar, so drunk he could not see. Along came a man with a warrant in his hand,
Crying, "Johnny boy, why don`t you come with me? Johnny boy, why don`t you come with me?"
John Hardy had a pretty little gal, kept her dressed in blue. He saw her in the hangin` crowd,
Cryin`, "Johnny boy, I`ll be true to you. Johnny boy, I`ll be true to you. True to you. True to you. True to you. Poor, John."
I`ve been to the East and I`ve been to the West, been this whole world `round. I`ve been to the North and I lived in the South.
This will be my buryin` ground. This will be my buryin` ground.
I`ve been this wide world over. Been this whole world `round. Been to the river and I`ve been baptized.
Take me to my buryin` ground. Getaway, getaway, getaway.