作曲 : Blakely, Cleaves

Years ago on an April day

A crowd gathered from miles around

Over a thousand I heard one say

All around me on the square in town

Ladies dressed up in their best

Kids ran around and played

They all come to see me I guessed

Me and the sheriff and a man in chains

The Reverend Sam began a prayer

To the women, the men, the boys and girls

"We are graveyard sons and daughters

Passing through an unfriendly world"

A few last words and down he goes

Teeth bared in an awful grin

A cheer rises up from the crowd

As I hold him, twistin in the wind

Men held up their babies to see

Reporters jotted down a tale

Hawkers brought out lemonade

And the ladies headed for the hangin' day sale

From time to time these folks would come

And all but one would walk away

I'd shudder as the rope snapped tight

But I got used to hanging day

Now they don't gather round no more

Though I'm tall and stouter still

Now they do it all behind closed doors

They say it's a better way to kill

The Reverend Sam began a prayer

To the women, the men, the boys and girls

"We are graveyard sons and daughters

Passing through an unfriendly world"

A few last words and down he goes

Teeth bared in an awful grin

A cheer rises up from the crowd

As I hold him, twistin in the wind

One more poor boy dead and gone

Twistin in the wind