John Hardy - Frank Fairfield

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John Hardy Lyrics

John Hardy he was a desperate little man
He carried two guns every day
He shot him a man on the West Virginia line
See old John Hardy gettin' away
See old John Hardy gettin' away

John Hardy went down to the east stone bridge
There he thought he would be free
Then up came a man and took him by his arm
Said Johnny walk along with me
Johnny walk along with me


John Hardy he had a pretty little girl
The dress that she wore was blue
As she went skipping down to the old jail hall
Saying papa I've been true to you
Papa I've been true to you

John Hardy was laying on the jailhouse floor
With tears rolling down his eyes
Saying I've been the death of many a poor boy
And now I am ready to die
Now I am ready to die

I've been to the east, I've been to the west
Been all this wide world around
I've been to the river and I've been baptized
Now I'm going to my hanging ground
I'm going to my hanging ground

I've been to the east, I've been to the west
Been all this wide world around
I've been to the river and I've been baptized
Now I'm going to my hanging ground
I'm going to my hanging ground

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You can call him a traditionalist. But we wont. You can call him nostalgic. But we wont.

He is Frank Fairfield. A musician. A Banjo picker. A fiddle hummer. A song singer. We’ve heard him described as someone who was discovered at a farmers market out in California, as if he were some long lost treasure or mythical land. As we see it, it isn’t some deep yearning for a time long forgotten that drives Frank Fairfield, he isn’t trying to be something that no longer exists, because in fact, he DOES exist. The music he plays, creates, performs is the music that carried all of us, from all over the world, to the place (wherever that place may be) we are now. He plays the American landscape, the one he himself sees and experiences. He goes about it with the only tools necessary, as any good craftsman would. Its not some ship filled with Spanish doubloons, or some ancient Amazon city of Gold, its Frank Fairfield. A musician. A Banjo picker. A man not competing with time, only living in his own. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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