One, two, three, pick.
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Johnson he went riding as fast as he could ride
When he thought he heard a woman he heard a woman cry
Saw Johnson getting off his horse and looking all around
Till he came upon a woman with her hair pinned to the ground
Oh woman, dearest woman who's brought you here for a spite
Who's brought you here this morning with your hair pinned to the ground
It'll work threefold and the struggling men with swords all keen in hand
Will brought me here this morning with my hair pinned to the ground
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That Johnson being a man of his own and being a man in gold
He took off his overcoat to cover her from the cold
And Johnson getting on his horse and the woman getting on behind
Now that long and lonesome highway their fortunes were defined
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They rode on and further on and nothing could despise
What she put her fingers to her ears as she came three shivering cries
I'll spring threefold and the struggling men with swords all keen in hand
Who commanded Johnson, commanded him to stand
I'll stop and said Johnson, I'll stand and then said me
But I never was in my life afraid of any of three
The Johnson killing two of them, the one and the woman behind
While he went upon the other one she stabbed him from behind
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Oh the day was clear and the mark of day and the people all passing by
Who saw this awful murder and saw poor Johnson die