Early one morning with time to kill I borrowed jebs rifle and sat on the hill I saw a lone rider crossing the plain I drew a bread on him to practice my aim My brothers rifle went off in my hand A shot rang out across the land The horse he kept running, the rider was dead I hung my head, I hung my head
I set off running to wake from the dream And my brothers rifle went into the stream I kept on running into the salt lands And thats where they found me, my head in my hands The sheriff he asked me why had I run Then it came to me just what I had done And all for no reason, just one piece of lead I hung my head, I hung my head
Here in the courthouse, the whole town is there I see the judge high up in his chair Explain to the courtroom what went through your mind And well ask the jury what verdict they find I said I felt the power of death over life I orphaned his children, I widowed his wife I beg their forgiveness, I wish I was dead I hung my head, I hung my head
Early one morning with time to kill I see the gallows up on the hill And out in the distance a trick of the brain I see a lone rider crossing the plain Hes come to fetch me to see what they done Well ride together til kingdom come I pray for gods mercy for soon Ill be dead I hung my head, I hung my head
Compositor: Gordon Matthew Sumner (PRS)Editor: Songs Of Universal Inc (BMI)Publicado em 2010 (22/Nov)ECAD verificado obra #33905598 e fonograma #14264672 em 08/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM