Povertyneck Hillbillies - Jericho

Boot leather on a barroom floor, fightin' over a dance hall girl

He pulled a knife, I pulled a gun, and I sent him home to glory

The sheriff said son, better go with me

Give me your gun and come peacefully

I can drop you right here, or you can tell the court your story


Chorus:

Hang me high, hang me low

They're gonna hang me in the morning

Stay away from Jericho, all you rounders,

I give you fair warning


Entered my plea, called it self defense,

a sober judge sittin' on the bench

And I stared into 24 eyes of a hard-nosed Jericho jury

They called it murder in the first degree,

The judge said, son, stand and look at me

Hang him - and may the lord have mercy


Chorus


Thirteen steps to the scaffold high,

the whole town's out just to watch me die

And not one to shed a tear of mourning

Please would you honor my last request,

when they lay me down to rest

Let the epitaph on my tombstone read this warning


Chorus

Written by:
KELLY JOE PHELPS

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