The Rolling Stones - John Wesley Harding lyrics

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 known to hurt a honest man

'Twas down in Chaynee County
A time they talk about
With his lady by his side he took a stand
And soon the situation there

Was all but straightened out
For he was always known
To lend a helping hand

All across the telegraph
His name it did resound
But no charge held against him
Could they prove and there was no man around
Who could track or chain him down
He was never known to make a foolish move