Get away, get away   Get away, get away   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   You ought to see my Johnny get away      Get away   Get away, get away   Poor John      John Hardy was standin' at the bar   So drunk he could not see   Along came a sheriff with a warrant in his hand   "Johnny boy, you'd better come with me   Yeah, Johnny boy, you'd better 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      Well, 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      Get away, get away, get away