Chords for Steve Earle - Hardin Wouldn't Run
Tempo:
79.1 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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John Wesley Hardin lost his role shooting dice in the gym saloon in El Paso one night back in 1895.
For a while he just sat there, watched the game, brooding.
And 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.
[A] Hardin got arrested for it the next day, but nobody thought to ask him to return the money.
He did get told not to play that way anymore.
[B] [D]
[A] [D] I know a man whose plow handle hand is quicker than a light.
Wes Hardin is his name they say, and he travels in the night.
For he might have to kill [A] or walk [D] around and fight.
And if you ever saw Wes Hardin draw, you know he can skin his gun.
I won't say how many tried and died, up against the top hand, up against the wrong man,
[A] cause Hardin wouldn't [D] run.
Well he rode in like a Texas wind and it took the eastbound train.
Going, going with Jane Bowen, till the law man called up.
So long Janey, chin up, [A] I'll be [D] back again.
Well off he went to Huntsville prison, so long Janey cried.
Fifteen years she waited, till her heart broke and she died then.
She left that bad [A] land to wait up [D] in the sky.
[A] [D]
Free at last, paying the pass 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 [A] go, let him [D] deal in bed.
Down near the border in El Paso, a lawyer reads a sign.
You won't find him there for business, every day at 9-4.
Business has been real bad, one client saw his hat, [A] in quite [D] a long, long time.
And Sheriff Selman's boy broke into Wes's woman's place.
Up she jumped and pistol whipped and kicked him in the face.
And John Selman demands [A] revenge for this [D] disgrace.
You can 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 [A] hair and glad it [D] wasn't bar.
Right through the swinging doors, John Selman came with a blading gun.
Wes Hardin chugga-luggin' red, I got him in the back of the head.
John Westerharden fell [A] dead, cause Hardin [D] wouldn't run.
For a while he just sat there, watched the game, brooding.
And 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.
[A] Hardin got arrested for it the next day, but nobody thought to ask him to return the money.
He did get told not to play that way anymore.
[B] [D]
[A] [D] I know a man whose plow handle hand is quicker than a light.
Wes Hardin is his name they say, and he travels in the night.
For he might have to kill [A] or walk [D] around and fight.
And if you ever saw Wes Hardin draw, you know he can skin his gun.
I won't say how many tried and died, up against the top hand, up against the wrong man,
[A] cause Hardin wouldn't [D] run.
Well he rode in like a Texas wind and it took the eastbound train.
Going, going with Jane Bowen, till the law man called up.
So long Janey, chin up, [A] I'll be [D] back again.
Well off he went to Huntsville prison, so long Janey cried.
Fifteen years she waited, till her heart broke and she died then.
She left that bad [A] land to wait up [D] in the sky.
[A] [D]
Free at last, paying the pass 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 [A] go, let him [D] deal in bed.
Down near the border in El Paso, a lawyer reads a sign.
You won't find him there for business, every day at 9-4.
Business has been real bad, one client saw his hat, [A] in quite [D] a long, long time.
And Sheriff Selman's boy broke into Wes's woman's place.
Up she jumped and pistol whipped and kicked him in the face.
And John Selman demands [A] revenge for this [D] disgrace.
You can 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 [A] hair and glad it [D] wasn't bar.
Right through the swinging doors, John Selman came with a blading gun.
Wes Hardin chugga-luggin' red, I got him in the back of the head.
John Westerharden fell [A] dead, cause Hardin [D] wouldn't run.
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John Wesley Hardin lost his role shooting dice in the gym saloon in El Paso one night back in 1895.
For a while he just sat there, watched the game, brooding.
_ And 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.
[A] Hardin got arrested for it the next day, but nobody thought to ask him to return the money.
He did get told not to play that way anymore.
_ [B] _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ I know a man whose plow handle hand is quicker than a light.
Wes Hardin is his name they say, and he travels in the night.
For he might have to kill [A] or walk [D] around and fight. _
And if you ever saw Wes Hardin draw, you know he can skin his gun.
I won't say how many tried and died, up against the top hand, up against the wrong man,
[A] cause Hardin wouldn't [D] run.
_ _ Well he rode in like a Texas wind and it took the eastbound train.
Going, going with Jane Bowen, till the law man called up.
So long Janey, chin up, [A] I'll be [D] back again.
_ Well off he went to Huntsville prison, so long Janey cried.
Fifteen years she waited, till her heart broke and she died then.
She left that bad [A] land to wait up [D] in the sky. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _
Free at last, paying the pass 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 [A] go, let him [D] deal in bed. _
Down near the border in El Paso, a lawyer reads a sign.
You won't find him there for business, every day at 9-4.
Business has been real bad, one client saw his hat, [A] in quite [D] a long, long time.
_ And Sheriff Selman's boy broke into Wes's woman's place.
Up she jumped and pistol whipped and kicked him in the face.
And John Selman demands [A] revenge for this [D] disgrace. _ _
You can 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 [A] hair and glad it [D] wasn't bar. _ _
Right through the swinging doors, John Selman came with a blading gun.
Wes Hardin chugga-luggin' red, I got him in the back of the head.
John Westerharden fell [A] dead, cause Hardin [D] wouldn't run. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
For a while he just sat there, watched the game, brooding.
_ And 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.
[A] Hardin got arrested for it the next day, but nobody thought to ask him to return the money.
He did get told not to play that way anymore.
_ [B] _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ I know a man whose plow handle hand is quicker than a light.
Wes Hardin is his name they say, and he travels in the night.
For he might have to kill [A] or walk [D] around and fight. _
And if you ever saw Wes Hardin draw, you know he can skin his gun.
I won't say how many tried and died, up against the top hand, up against the wrong man,
[A] cause Hardin wouldn't [D] run.
_ _ Well he rode in like a Texas wind and it took the eastbound train.
Going, going with Jane Bowen, till the law man called up.
So long Janey, chin up, [A] I'll be [D] back again.
_ Well off he went to Huntsville prison, so long Janey cried.
Fifteen years she waited, till her heart broke and she died then.
She left that bad [A] land to wait up [D] in the sky. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _
Free at last, paying the pass 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 [A] go, let him [D] deal in bed. _
Down near the border in El Paso, a lawyer reads a sign.
You won't find him there for business, every day at 9-4.
Business has been real bad, one client saw his hat, [A] in quite [D] a long, long time.
_ And Sheriff Selman's boy broke into Wes's woman's place.
Up she jumped and pistol whipped and kicked him in the face.
And John Selman demands [A] revenge for this [D] disgrace. _ _
You can 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 [A] hair and glad it [D] wasn't bar. _ _
Right through the swinging doors, John Selman came with a blading gun.
Wes Hardin chugga-luggin' red, I got him in the back of the head.
John Westerharden fell [A] dead, cause Hardin [D] wouldn't run. _ _ _ _ _ _ _