CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Jickson Johnson
One, two, three, pick
Johnson he went riding
As fast as he could ride
When he thought he heard a woman
He heard a woman cry
So Johnson gettin' off his horse
And lookin' all around
If he came upon a woman
With her hair pinned to the ground
A woman, dearest woman
Who's fright is the worst fright
Which brought you here this mornin'
With her hair pinned to the ground
"It were three bold and a-strugglin' men
With swords out and in hand
Where brought me here this mornin'
With my hair pinned to the ground"
Now, Johnson bein' a man of his own
And bein' a man in gold
He took off his overcoat
To cover her from thе cold
And Johnson gettin' on his horse
And the woman gеttin' on behind
Down that long and lonesome highway
Their fortunes for to find
They rode on and further on
Then nothing could espy
When she put her fingers to her ears
And she gave three shivering cries
Out sprang three bold and a-strugglin' men
With swords out and in hand
Who commanded Johnson
Commanded if he'll stand
"I'll stop them" said Johnson
"I'll spend them" said he
"But I never were in my life
Afraid of any three"
So Johnson killed him two of them
Not watchin' in the woman behind
While he was upon the other one
She stabbed him from behind
Oh, the day was clear and a market day
And the people are passing by
Who saw this awful murder
And saw poor Johnson die
Johnson he went riding
As fast as he could ride
When he thought he heard a woman
He heard a woman cry
So Johnson gettin' off his horse
And lookin' all around
If he came upon a woman
With her hair pinned to the ground
A woman, dearest woman
Who's fright is the worst fright
Which brought you here this mornin'
With her hair pinned to the ground
"It were three bold and a-strugglin' men
With swords out and in hand
Where brought me here this mornin'
With my hair pinned to the ground"
Now, Johnson bein' a man of his own
And bein' a man in gold
He took off his overcoat
To cover her from thе cold
And Johnson gettin' on his horse
And the woman gеttin' on behind
Down that long and lonesome highway
Their fortunes for to find
They rode on and further on
Then nothing could espy
When she put her fingers to her ears
And she gave three shivering cries
Out sprang three bold and a-strugglin' men
With swords out and in hand
Who commanded Johnson
Commanded if he'll stand
"I'll stop them" said Johnson
"I'll spend them" said he
"But I never were in my life
Afraid of any three"
So Johnson killed him two of them
Not watchin' in the woman behind
While he was upon the other one
She stabbed him from behind
Oh, the day was clear and a market day
And the people are passing by
Who saw this awful murder
And saw poor Johnson die
