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 Open My Eyes - Karen Harding. Sometimes I sit and wonder how they do it. Say want they want to who they like. But I'm just too shy, too shy, too shy. I'm too shy, too shy, too shy. Head in the
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
(Why don't you know) I can see, I can see you falling (Why don't you know) I can see, I can see you falling They're just gonna lead to one. why don't you know it. why don't you know it (why don't yo