I got over a weird virus and started writing this about the outlaw but couldn't find any redeeming characteristics about him
so turned it around as a cautionary tale.
Maybe the solo is a little too long.
What do you all think?
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Vic

You don't wanna be John Wesley Hardin
© Vic Arnold 2024

Your daddy, the preacher, who you couldn't copy
and you once a teacher with so much to say.
But you took to the gambling, mis-taught everybody
Drank yourself bad. Led your goodness astray.

You got no time for those that wish you undone
If they mean harm they'd better not tell
Everyone knows now for sure you won't run
A shotgun or pistol can send them to hell
Ch.
But you don't wanna be John Wesley Hardin
and you know you're a fool to be living this way.
Remorseful tears won't serve you no pardon
When you speak your last words at the end of your days.
Inst.
"No rest for the wicked" so it says in an old line.
You don't want to be you but can't find the way.
Life was much harder... back in the old times?
But it don't mean a damn if that's all you can say.
Ch.2
No you don't wanna be John Wesley Hardin
and you know you're a fool to be living this way.
You're digging your grave in what should be your garden.
"Four sixes to beat." The last words you'll say.

(Bass 2877, Drums Nashville Pop 16, Guitars 3412, 3230, 4198)