I know a man whose plow handle hand   Is quicker than a light   Wes Hardin is his name   They say he travels in the night   For he might have to kill   Or walk around a fight      And if you ever saw Wes Hardin draw   You know he can skin his gun   He won't say how many tried and died   Up against the top hand   Up against the wrong man   'Cause Hardin wouldn't run      He rode in like a Texas wind   Took the East bound train   Goin', goin' with Jane Bowen   Till the lawmen caught up   So long Janie chin up   I'll be back again      Off he went to Huntsville prison   "So long Janie", he cried   Fifteen years she waited   Till her heart broke and she died   And she left that bad land   To wait up in the sky      Free at last the payin' past   For all the wrong he did   First free air they let him breathe   Since he was a kid   So let him come and let him go   And let him deal, and bid      Near the border in El Paso   Lawyer reads the sign   You won't find him there for business   Every day at nine   For business is real bad one client's   All he's had in quite a long long time      Then Sheriff Selman's boy   Broke in to Wes's woman's place   Up she jumped and pistol   Whipped him kicked him in the face   And John Selman demands   Revenge for this disgrace      You could see every night   By candlelight in Hardin's favorite bar   She'd be hanging on his arm   And very late they'd leave there   Headed for the goose hair   Glad it wasn't far      Right through the swinging doors   John Selman came with a blazin' gun   Wes Hardin chug a luggin' red eye   Got him in the back of the head   John Wesley Hardin fell dead   Hardin wouldn't run