John Wesley Harding. Was a friend to the poor. He traveled with a gun in every hand. All along this countryside. He opened a many a door. But he was never known. To hurt an honest man It was
Song I'M Wrong About Everything - John Wesley Harding. You win the argument. At the end of every night. I never know the perfect time. To hit the bedside light. Then we lie awake. Watch headlights
