Hangmans Jury

Me and my old lady sittin' in the shade,

Talkin' about the money that I ain't made,

Singin' o boy dontcha line the

Track a lack a

O boy dontcha line the track

O boy dontcha line the track a lack a

O boy dontcha line the track.

If I could I surely would

Stand on the rock that Moses stood

Singin' o boy dontcha line the track a lack a

O boy dontcha line the track

O boy dontcha line the track a lack a

O boy dontcha 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

I'm a poor boy

Dontcha line the track a lack a

O boy dontcha line the track

O boy dontcha line the track a lack a

OOO

Whacha do with a gun that's loaded

Shot her head and her heart exploded

Tel me baby now d-dontcha worry

Like lying to a hangman jury.

I swear I didn't know that 45 was loaded

In fact my memory ain't too clear

That's not to say she didn't get what she deserved

Least that's the way it looked from here

Boy when you line the track a lack a

Hey boy when you line the track a lack a

Hey boy dontcha line the track.

OOO my love came tumblin' down

OOO love come tumblin' down

OOO love come tumblin'

Poor boy sweatin' in the hot summer night

Hangman waitin' for the early mornin' light

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 done stood

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.