One, two, three, pick.♪Johnson he went riding as fast as he could rideWhen he thought he heard a woman he heard a woman crySaw Johnson getting off his horse and looking all aroundTill he came upon a woman with her hair pinned to the groundOh woman, dearest woman who's brought you here for a spiteWho's brought you here this morning with your hair pinned to the groundIt'll work threefold and the struggling men with swords all keen in handWill brought me here this morning with my hair pinned to the ground♪That Johnson being a man of his own and being a man in goldHe took off his overcoat to cover her from the coldAnd Johnson getting on his horse and the woman getting on behindNow that long and lonesome highway their fortunes were defined♪They rode on and further on and nothing could despiseWhat she put her fingers to her ears as she came three shivering criesI'll spring threefold and the struggling men with swords all keen in handWho commanded Johnson, commanded him to standI'll stop and said Johnson, I'll stand and then said meBut I never was in my life afraid of any of threeThe Johnson killing two of them, the one and the woman behindWhile he went upon the other one she stabbed him from behind♪♪♪Oh the day was clear and the mark of day and the people all passing byWho saw this awful murder and saw poor Johnson die