Kingston Trio Getaway John Lyrics

Getaway John Lyrics

Get away, get away

Get away, get away

Poor John



John Hardy was a fightin' man

Carried a razor ev'ry day

He killed a man in Mobile town

You ought to see my Johnny get away

You ought to see my Johnny get away



Get away

Get away, get away

Poor John



John Hardy was standin' at the bar

So drunk he could not see

Along came a sheriff with a warrant in his hand

"Johnny boy, you'd better come with me

Yeah, Johnny boy, you'd better come with me"



John Hardy had a pretty little gal

Kept her dressed in blue

He saw her in the hangin' crowd

Cryin', "Johnny boy, I'll be true to you

Johnny boy, I'll be true to you"



True to you

True to you, true to you

Poor, John



I've been to the East and I've been to the West

Been this whole world 'round

I've been to the North and I lived in the South

This will be my buryin' ground

This will be my buryin' ground



Well, I've been this wide world over

Been this whole world 'round

Been to the river and I've been baptized

Take me to my buryin' ground



Get away, get away, get away