Three Dead Men

Breaking into home at night
The thief had a nasty fright
Filled his foolish head with ale
Wake in the morn in the county jail

Three dead men
Swinging in a tree
How many dead men do you see
Tongue turned blue
Face gone gray
Watch them as they twist and sway

The artist with his daunting skill
Tried his hand at painting bills
But caught in the rain he was undone
When the ink he'd use did start run
The next one with his smile and sweets
Stole poor children off the streets
To men who dressed unsavory
He sold them into slavery

Three dead men
Swinging in a tree
How many dead men do you see
Tongue turned blue
Face gone gray
Watch them as they twist and sway

Three dead men
Swinging in a tree
How many dead men do you see
Tongue turned blue
Face gone gray
Watch them as they twist and sway



Credits
Writer(s): Milan Kožíšek
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