I know a man whose plow handle hand
Is quicker than a light
Wes Hardin is the 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 saw him skin his gun
He won't say how many tried and died
Up against the top hand
But up against the wrong man
Hardin wouldn't run
He rode in like a Texas wind
Eastbound on the train
Going, going with Jane Bowen
Till the law men caught up
So long Janie chin up
I'll be back again
Off he went to Huntsville Prison
"So long, Jane", 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 paying 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
But 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 Weses woman's place
Up she jumped and pistol whipped him
Kicked him in the face
And sheriff Selman demands
Revenge for this disgrace
You could see every night by candlelight
That 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
Through the swinging doors John Selman
Came with a blazing gun
Wes was chug-a-lugging red eye
Shot him in the back of the head
John Wesley Hardin fell dead
Cause Hardin wouldn't run