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Harding

As I went out one morning To breathe the air around Tom Paine's, I spied the fairest damsel That ever did walk in chains. I offer'd her my hand, She

"Oh, help me in my weakness," I heard the drifter say, As they carried him from the courtroom And were taking him away. "My trip hasn't been a pleasant

I pity the poor immigrant Who wishes he would've stayed home, Who uses all his power to do evil But in the end is always left so alone. That man whom

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

There was a wicked messenger From Eli he did come, With a mind that multiplied The smallest matter. When questioned who had sent for him, He answered

Close your eyes, close the door, You don't have to worry any more. I'll be your baby tonight. Shut the light, shut the shade, You don't have to be afraid

Well I cant deny it Don't wanna let go Just wanna ride High on ya love so I got all the vibes I need Feels me up from my head to my feet Well I

I've serenaded you a billion times But you don't hear the tune I'm singing tonight I guess I must have wrote A zillion lines Just to make you see What

When you were three, I was just four You were the cute little girl next door We played hide and seek, kissed on the cheek Cowboys and Indians, you and