John Wesley Harding歌词

John Wesley Harding - Bob Dylan
Lyrics by：Bob Dylan
Composed by：Bob Dylan
John Wesley Harding
Was a friend to the poor
He traveled with a gun
In every hand
All along this countryside
He opened a many a door
But he was never known
To hurt an 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

[00:00.00]John Wesley Harding - Bob Dylan
[00:01.59]Lyrics by：Bob Dylan
[00:03.19]Composed by：Bob Dylan
[00:04.78]John Wesley Harding
[00:07.47]Was a friend to the poor
[00:11.22]He traveled with a gun
[00:13.66]In every hand
[00:18.66]All along this countryside
[00:21.40]He opened a many a door
[00:25.34]But he was never known
[00:27.47]To hurt an honest man
[01:01.09]Twas down in Chaynee County
[01:04.41]A time they talk about
[01:07.97]With his lady by his side
[01:10.78]He took a stand
[01:15.28]And soon the situation there
[01:18.47]Was all but straightened out
[01:22.22]For he was always known
[01:23.69]To lend a helping hand
[01:57.75]All across the telegraph
[02:01.25]His name it did resound
[02:04.63]But no charge held against him
[02:07.76]Could they prove
[02:11.44]And there was no man around
[02:14.69]Who could track or chain him down
[02:18.57]He was never known
[02:20.44]To make a foolish move