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Somewhere, he lost it in a turn
Now trouble seems to fit him like a glove
First come, first served, he's serving it back
He travels light, without a pack, without love

He comes from nowhere an' he turns on his own
Late for the hanging, yes he's headed for the moon
An' hang 'em high

Leather 'cross his thighs
Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes
One eye on the road, price upon his head
One ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead

He comes from nowhere an' he turns on his own
Late for the hanging, yes he's headed for the moon
An' hang 'em high

Blind to himself, an' he's laughing up his scheme
Looking back in anger, the city is relieved
Vision of light, child of the night passing by

Blind to himself, he's laughing up his scheme
Looking back in anger, the city is relieved
A vision of light, child of the night passing by

Leather 'cross his thigh
Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes
One eye on the road, price upon his head
One ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead

He comes from nowhere, an' he turns on his own
Late for the hanging, yes he's headed for the moon
An' hang 'em high

Author:	Corolinth [ Thu Sep 09, 2010 1:42 pm ]
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As I rode into Tombstone on my horse, his name was Mack, I saw what I'll relate to you going on behind my back. It seems the folks were up in arms, a man now had to die for believing things that didn't fit the laws they'd set aside. The man's name was "I'm a Freak" the best that I could see. He was the executioner, a hangman just like me. I guess that he'd seen loopholes from working with his rope. He'd hung the wrong man many times, so now he turned to hope. He talked to all the people from his scaffold in the square. He told them of the things he found, but they didn't seem to care. He said the laws were obsolete, a change they should demand, but the people only walked away. He couldn't understand. The marshal's name was "Uncle Sam", he said he'd right this wrong. He'd make the hangman shut his mouth, if it took him all day long. He finally arrested Freak, and then he sent for me to hang a fellow hangman from a fellow hangman's tree. It didn't take them long to try him in their court of law. He was guilty then of thinking; a crime much worse than all. They sentenced him to die so his seed of thought can't spread and infect the little children. That's what the law had said. So the hangin' day came 'round, and he walked up to the noose. I pulled the lever, but before he fell I cut him loose. They called it a conspiracy and that I had to die, so to close our mouths and kill our minds, they hung us side-by-side.

Author:	Ladas [ Thu Sep 09, 2010 1:45 pm ]
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Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while, I Think I see my friends coming, Riding a many mile. Friends, you get some silver? Did you get a little gold? What did you bring me, my dear friends? Keep me from the Gallows Pole. What did you bring me to keep me from the Gallows Pole? I couldn't get no silver, I couldn't get no gold, You know that we're too damn poor to keep you from the Gallows Pole. Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while, I think I see my brother coming, riding many a mile. Brother, you get me some silver? Did you get a little gold? What did you bring me, my brother, to keep me from the Gallows Pole? Brother, I brought you some silver, yeah. I brought a little gold, I brought a little of everything To keep you from the Gallows Pole. Yes, I brought you to keep you from the Gallows Pole. Hangman, hangman, turn your head awhile, I think I see my sister coming, riding many mile, mile, mile. Sister, I implore you, take him by the hand, Take him to some shady bower, save me from the wrath of this man, Please take him, save me from the wrath of this mad, man. Hangman, hangman, upon your face a smile, Tell me that I'm free to ride, Ride for many mile, mile, mile. Oh yes, you got a fine sister, She warmed my blood from cold, She warmed my blood to boiling hot to keep you from the Gallows Pole, Your brother brought me silver, Your sister warmed my soul, But now I laugh and pull so hard, see you swinging from the Gallows Pole But now I laugh and pull so hard, see you swinging from the Gallows Pole Swingin' on the gallows pole! Ah-ha-ha Swingin' Swingin' on the gallows pole! See-saw marjory daw See-saw knock at my door

Author:	LadyKate [ Thu Sep 09, 2010 1:59 pm ]
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Oh momma I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law Lawman has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home Oh momma I can hear you a'crying you're so scared and all alone Hangman is comin' down from the gallows and I don't have very long The jig is up the news is out they've finally found me The renegade who had it made retrieved for a bounty Never more to go astray This will be the end today of the wanted man Oh momma I've been years on the lam And had a high price on my head Lawman said get him dead or alive Now it's for sure he'll see me dead Dear momma I can hear you a'crying You're so scared and all alone Hangman is coming down from the gallows And I don't have very long The jig is up, the news is out They finally found me The renegade who had it made Retrieved for a bounty Never more to go astray The judge will have revenge today On the wanted man Oh Momma, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law Hangman is coming down from the gallows And I don't have very long The jig is up, the news is out They finally found me The renegade who had it made Retrieved for a bounty Never more to go astray This'll be the end today Of the wanted man the wanted man and i don't wanna go, oh no dont let 'em take me no no

Author:	Ulfynn [ Thu Sep 09, 2010 2:20 pm ]
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Quote: Somewhere, he lost it in a turn Now trouble seems to fit him like a glove First come, first served, he's serving it back He travels light, without a pack, without love He comes from nowhere an' he turns on his own Late for the hanging, yes he's headed for the moon An' hang 'em high Leather 'cross his thighs Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes One eye on the road, price upon his head One ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead He comes from nowhere an' he turns on his own Late for the hanging, yes he's headed for the moon An' hang 'em high Blind to himself, an' he's laughing up his scheme Looking back in anger, the city is relieved Vision of light, child of the night passing by Blind to himself, he's laughing up his scheme Looking back in anger, the city is relieved A vision of light, child of the night passing by Leather 'cross his thigh Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes One eye on the road, price upon his head One ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead He comes from nowhere, an' he turns on his own Late for the hanging, yes he's headed for the moon An' hang 'em high

Author:	Vindicarre [ Thu Sep 09, 2010 3:04 pm ]
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Me old my lady sittin' in the shade Talkin' about the money that I ain't made Singin' oh boy dontcha line the track a lack a Oh boy dontcha line the track Oh boy dontcha line the track a lack a Oh boy dontcha line the track If I could, I surely would Stand on the rock that Moses stood singin' oh boy don'tcha line the track a lack a Oh boy don'tcha line the track Oh boy don'tcha line the track a lack a Oh boy don'tcha line the track Drank so much hooch It made my eyes be gettin' blurry They say I nailed her to the wall A stitch in time don't mean a thing No hangman jury could make me crawl Cause I'm a poor boy Don'tcha line the track a lack a Oh boy don'tcha line the track Oh boy don'tcha line the track a lack a Wha'cha do with the gun that's loaded Shot her dead and her heart exploded Tell me baby now d-don'tcha worry Like lying to a hangman jury I swear I didn't know that 45 was loaded In fact my memory ain't so clear That's not to say she didn't get what she deserved Least that's the way it looks from here Boy when you line the track a lack a Hey boy dontcha line the track OOO my love came tumblin' down OOO love came tumblin' down OOO (Let's get outta here) Love come tumblin' And every night she take her thing Into the city and in the mornin' make me beg cause If I'd taken all her real titty gritty I'd smack her right upside the head boy Don'tcha line the track a lack a Oh boy don'tcha line the track Oh boy don'tcha line the track OOO my love came tumblin' down OOO love came tumblin' down OOO love come tumblin' Poor boy sweatin' in the hot summer night Hangman waitin' for the early morning light Singin' Oh boy don'tcha line the track a lack a Oh boy don'tcha line the track Oh boy don'tcha line the track a lack a Oh boy don'tcha line the track If I could, I surely would Stand on the rock that Moses done stood Singin' Oh boy don'tcha line the track a lack a Oh boy don'tcha line the track Oh boy don'tcha line the track a lack a Oh boy don'tcha line the track

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Author:	RangerDave [ Thu Sep 09, 2010 4:03 pm ]
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Ten years ago on a cold dark night, someone was killed 'neath the town hall light. Just a few at the scene, but they all did agree, that the man who ran looked a lot like me. She walks these hills, in a long black veil. She visits my grave, when the night winds wail. Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows, but me The Judge said, "Son, what's your alibi? If you were somewhere else, then you don't have to die." I spoke not a word, though it meant my life, for I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife. She walks these hills, in a long black veil. She visits my grave, when the night winds wail. Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows, but me Now the scaffold is high, and Eternity's near. She stands in the crowd, and sheds not a tear. But some times at night, when the cold wind moans In a long black veil, she cries over my bones. She walks these hills, in a long black veil. When the cold winds blow, and the night winds wail. No body knows, no body sees. No body knows, but me.

Author:	Lonedar [ Thu Sep 09, 2010 4:36 pm ]
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I'm waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime. Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time. 'Cause at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows pole, The sands of time for me are running low. When the priest comes to read me the last rites, I take a look through the bars at the last sights, Of a world that has gone very wrong for me. Can it be that there's some sort of error. Hard to stop the surmounting terror. Is it really the end, not some crazy dream. Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming, It's not so easy to stop from screaming, The words escape me when I try to speak. Tears flow but why am I crying, After all I'm not afraid of dying. Don't I believe that there never is an end. As the guards march me out to the courtyard, Somebody cries from a cell "God be with you". If there's a God then why has he let me go? As I walk all my life drifts before me, Though the end is near I'm not sorry. Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away. Mark my words believe my soul lives on. Don't worry now that I have gone. I've gone beyond to seek the truth. When you know that your time is close at hand. Maybe then you'll begin to understand, Life down here is just a strange illusion Heyeyeaheyah, Hallowed be Thy Name

Author:	Lonedar [ Thu Sep 09, 2010 4:42 pm ]
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Southern trees bear strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Black body swinging in the Southern breeze, Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. Pastoral scene of the gallant South, The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh, Then the sudden smell of burning flesh! Here is fruit for the crows to pluck, For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck, For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop, Here is a strange and bitter crop.

Author:	Numbuk [ Thu Sep 09, 2010 5:06 pm ]
Post subject:	Re: Songs about hangin'
Oh, the Lord loves a-hangin' That's why he gave us necks! It tightens up our vocal chords And loosens up our pec's! So if you are a horse thief And guilty to the bone Go ahead and blame a friend And you won't hang alone! It may be hard to swall'er But you'll be three feet taller And find new ways to entertain your friends You say you are a villain But can't abide the killin', Go ahead and steal yourself a horse Oh, the Lord loves a-hangin' And so do we, by heck! So get yourself a lasso, And decorate your neck! Oh, we's awful ignorant And uglier than sin So go ahead and cut us down....... .......and hang us all again!

Author:	Corolinth [ Fri Sep 10, 2010 12:53 am ]
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Hang the bastard, hang him high Hoist his body to the sky It's as nice as a day can be Won't you come to the hanging with me Hang the bastard, hang him high Hoist his body to the sky It's as nice as a day can be Won't you come to the hanging with me Hang the bastard, hang him well Send his sorry soul to hell When his neckbone snaps we'll know Then the cannibal won't be killing anymore His face will turn red Then purple, then blue We'll watch from up here To get a good view And when his eyes bug out we'll know It's the end of him And the end of the show So hang the bastard, hang him with cheer We'll make some hot dogs And drink a few beers And when his tongue rolls out we'll know It's the end of the show And we all can go home But not till we hang the bastard, hang him here The most exciting thing this town has seen in years When his body stops jerking we'll know It's the end of him, it's the end of him It's the end of him And the end of the show Cowbell solo! So hang the bastard, hang him high Kiss his guilty butt goodbye It's as nice as a day can be Won't you come to the hanging with me His veins will pop out all over his head We'll tickle his armpits to make sure he's dead And when his tongue rolls out we'll know It's the end of him and we all can go home But not till we Hang the bastard, hang him high Hoist his body to the sky When his body stops jerking we'll know It's the end of him, it's the end of him It's the end of him And the end of the show Hooray!

Author:	Rorinthas [ Fri Sep 10, 2010 7:59 am ]
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Dare I ask what brought on this thread?

Author:	Ladas [ Fri Sep 10, 2010 8:06 am ]
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Well duh, Giant Elephant Wangs.

Author:	Micheal [ Fri Sep 10, 2010 9:31 am ]
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Tom Dooley - Kingston Trio [Intro:] Throughout history There've been many songs written about the eternal triangle This next one tells the story of a Mr Grayson, a beautiful woman And a condemned man named Tom Dooley... When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley... must hang... Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Poor boy, you're bound to die I met her on the mountain There I took her life Met her on the mountain Stabbed her with my knife Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Poor boy, you're bound to die This time tomorrow Reckon where I'll be Hadn't a-been for Grayson I'd a-been in Tennessee Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Poor boy, you're bound to die Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Poor boy, you're bound to die This time tomorrow Reckon where I'll be Down in some lonesome valley Hangin' from a white oak tree Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Poor boy, you're bound to die Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Poor boy, you're bound to die Poor boy, you're bound to die Poor boy you're bound to die Poor boy, you're bound to die...

Author:	Nitefox [ Fri Sep 10, 2010 9:43 am ]
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I killed a man in Dallas, And another in Cheyenne But when I killed the man in Tombstone I overplayed my hand I rode all night for Tucson To rob the Robles Mine And I left old Arizona With a posse right behind I rode across the border And there it did not fail The men that was a-follerin' me They soon did lose my trail; they lost my trail They galloped back to Tucson To get the Cavalry While I stayed on in Mexico Enjoying liberty; Ayi-ha, enjoyed my liberty I promised my Rosita A pretty dress of blue She said, "You'd go and get it If you really loved me true; did love me true" So I went back to the border Just to get that gal a dress I killed a man in Guaymas And two in Nogales; killed two in Nogales But the posse was a-waitin' To get me on the trail Now in Tombstone I'm a layin' In the Cochise County jail; the Cochise County jail They-re gonna hang me in the morning A'fore this night is done They're gonna hang me in the mornin' And I'll never see the sun I want to warn you fellers And tell you one by one What makes a gallows rope to swing A woman and a gun

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Author:	Numbuk [ Tue Sep 14, 2010 11:22 am ]
Post subject:	Re: Songs about hangin'
Oh, speaking of my "hangin' song" that I posted... it looks like Netflix recently put volume 1 of Ren & Stimpy up for streaming. I have noticed that with R&S, they seem less funny to me now than they did when I was a teen. Oddly enough, Beavis & Butthead had the opposite effect.