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The Hangin' Blues

(Bob Nolan)

 

Sing Along with the Sons of the Pioneers

 

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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