Rolling Stones John Wesley Harding Lyrics
John Wesley Harding
Was a friend to the poor,
He trav’led with a gun in ev’ry hand.
All along this countryside,
He opened a many a door,
But he was never known
To hurt a honest man.
‘Twas down in Chaynee County,
A time they talk...
John Wesley Harding Lyrics
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
John Wesley Harding Lyrics
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