Hardin Wouldn't Run chords and lyrics - STEVE EARLE

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[Verse 1]
[C]John
Wesley
Hardin lost his role shooting dice
in the [G]gym saloon in
El
[C]Paso one night back in 1895.
For a while he just sat there,
watched the game, brooding, mad.
Then he drew a pistol and said, give me my
money back.
And the timid soul handling the cash
of the house said, take it all
Mr.
Hardin, it belongs to you.
Hardin got arrested for it the nex[G]t day,
[C]but nobody thought to ask him to return the money.
He did get told not to play
that way [G]anymore.
[C][G][C]
I know a man whose plow handle
hand is quicker than a light.
Hardin is his name they say
and he travels in the night for he might
have to kill or walk [G]around [C]the fight
and if you ever saw his heart and draw
you know he can skin his gun
won't say how many tried and died up against the
top hand up against the wrong man cause
[G]Harden[C]
Well, he rode in like a
Texas wind
And he took the eastbound train
Goin', goin' with
Jane
Bowen
Till the lawman called up
So long,
Janie, chin up [G]I'll be back [C]again
Well, off he went to
Huntsville
Prison
So long,
Janie, cryin'
Fifteen years she waited till her
heart broke and she died then
She left that mad land to [G]wait
up in the [C]sky[G][C][G][C]
I'll free at last the paying pass
for all the [G]wrong [C]he did
First, yeah,
they let him breathe since he was a kid
So let him come and let him go,
[G]let him deal the [C]bid
I'll near the border in
El
Paso while all your reeds are signed
You won't find him there for
business every day at 9
For business has been real bad,
[G]one cli[C]ent's always had
And it ain't [G]quite a long, long [C]time
Then
Sheriff
Selman's boy broke into
Wes' woman's place
After she jumped and pistol whipped
and kicked him in the face
John
Selman demands revenge [G]for this disgrace
[C]You can see every night by candlelight
In
Hardin's favorite bar
She'd be hangin' on his arm
And very [G]late they'd [C]leave there
Headed for the goose hair
And [G]glad it wasn't [C]far
Right through the swingin' doors
John
Selwyn came with a [G]blazin' [C]gun
Wes
Hardin chugga -luggin' red
I got him in the back of the head
John
West the
Hardin fell dead
Cause
[G]Hardin wouldn't [C]run
Ladies and gentlemen,
I'm going to tell you about the train song now, called the
Little
Hippo
Drive, right?