Getaway, John - The Kingston Trio

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

Getaway, getaway, getaway, getaway, Poor John

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