Hardin Wouldn’t Run

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 because Hardin wouldn't run
He rode in like a Texas
Wind took the eastbound 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 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 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
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 blazing gun
Wes Hardin chug-a-lugging red eye got him
In the back of the head
John Wesley Hardin fell dead
Because Hardin wouldn't run