Übersetzung: John Wesley Harding. Phil Ochs, Bob Dylan, Steve Goodman, David Blue And Me.
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
: 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
: Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest, They were the best of friends. So when Frankie Lee needed money one day, Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tens
: "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
: 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
: I am a lonesome hobo Without family or friends, Where another man's life might begin, That's exactly where mine ends. I have tried my hand at bribery
these words that I speak. I know you've suffered much, But in this you are not so unique. All of us, at times, we might work too hard To have it too fast
: Down along the cove, I spied my true love comin' my way. Down along the cove, I spied my true love comin' my way. I say, "Lord, have mercy, mama, It
: 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
: 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
: I dreamed I saw St. Augustine, Alive as you or me, Tearing through these quarters In the utmost misery, With a blanket underneath his arm And a coat
: 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
: "There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief, "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine
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
Down along the cove, I spied my true love comin' my way. Down along the cove, I spied my true love comin' my way. I say, "Lord, have mercy, mama, It
"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 am a lonesome hobo Without family or friends, Where another man's life might begin, That's exactly where mine ends. I have tried my hand at bribery