The Story Of Big Bad John W.H. Poem by George Hunter

John Wesley Hardin was a mean old dude
He'd shoot you full of holes if he thought you were rude.
He liked killin' for killin's sake
Nothing he enjoyed more than an old fashioned wake.
Raised his glass and said, Here's to good cheer
Then took the ice off the corpse and put it on the beer.
One day he got restless and was chillin'
Said, I think I'll go out and do me some killin'
Went to the saloon, got in a card game
Accused a guy of cheatin' and put out his flame.
Then went upstairs to have him some fun
The girls all saw him comin' and started to run.
He was real mad and pounded on her door
Said open up now, I've got what you're waitin' for.
Broke down the door and threw her on the bed
Said give me some lovin' or I'll fill you full of lead!
Passed out cold drunk by the ending of the day
So they dragged him outside and threw him in the hay.
Woke up three days later and was fit to be tied
Said this kind of treatment I will not abide.
He started rampagin' and shot up the town
The town council vowed to take him down.
We're not strong enough to make a good resistance
Had to call a Texas Ranger and ask for some assistance.
The Ranger told John, I know you think that you're the best
But I'm the fastest draw you'll see in the West.
So they made their play one day at high noon
Said the Ranger, St. Peter will see you soon.
It was over in a blink and we all said Bye, Bye
John couldn't beat the Ranger with the big iron on his thigh.
Had a big wake since old John was a goner
And this time he was the guest of dishonor.