Hang Me, Oh Hang Me

Hang me, oh hang me
And I'll be dead and gone
Hang me, oh hang me
And I'll be dead and gone
I wouldn't mind the hanging
But the laying in the grave so long, poor boy
I been all around this world

I been around Cape Girardeau
And parts of Arkansas
I been around Cape Girardeau
And parts of Arkansas
I got so goddamn hungry
I could hide behind a straw, poor boy
I been all around this world

I went up on that mountain
And there I made my stand
I went up on those mountains
And there I made my stand
With a rifle on my shoulder
And a dagger in my hand, poor boy
I been all around this world

They put that rope around my neck
And they hung me up so high
They put that rope around my neck
And they pulled me up so high
The last words I heard 'em say
Won't be long now 'fore you die, poor boy
I been all around this world

Hang me, oh hang me
And I'll be dead and gone
Hang me, oh hang me
And I'll be dead and gone
I wouldn't mind the hanging
But the laying in that grave so long, poor boy
I been all around this world



Credits
Writer(s): Bill Morrissey
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