Lyrics: Narration 2

John Wesley Hardin lost his roll shootin' dice in the Jim Saloon in El Paso
One night back in '85
For a while he sat there and watched the game broodin' mad
Then he drew a pistol and said gimme my money back
And the timid soul handlin' the cash for the house said
Take it all Mr Hardin it belongs to you
Hardin got arrested for it the next day
But nobody thought to ask him to return the money
He did get told not to play that way anymore