The Hangin’ Blues
Willie strayed from the narrow path, ‘tweren’t lawful.
Willie strayed from the narrow path, ‘tweren’t lawful.
Willie strayed from the narrow path
And fin’lly stretched on a rope of wrath
‘Twas awful, awful,
It was awful.
The sheriff caught him with the goods, ‘tweren’t his’n.
The sheriff caught him with the goods, ‘tweren’t his’n.
The sheriff caught him with the goods
And dragged him down thru yonder woods
To prison, prison,
Off to prison.
The mob broke thru the county jail and brung him.
The mob broke thru the county jail and brung him.
The mob broke thru the county jail
And to the oak tree down the trail
They hung him, hung him,
Yes, they hung him.
At dawn the bells in mournful tones were jangling.
At dawn the bells in mournful tones were jangling.
At dawn the bells in mournful tones
Chilled the air were Willie’s bones
Were dangling, dangling,
They were dangling.
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