| I killed another man today, it’s hard to believe
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| Well I lost count at thirty and I’ve grown to numb to grieve
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| The bottle helps me cope, when I lay down at night
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| And when the dope rolls through my veins, it all fades out of sight
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| Hangman, hangman, that’s my stock and trade
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| Hangman, hangman, sending bad men to their graves
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| Well who killed who, I ask myself, time and time again
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| God have mercy on the soul of this hangman
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| There’s a woman down the street, named Rosalie McFall
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| She don’t ask me any questions, when I come to call
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| Her body keeps me warm, her words are soft and kind
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| She holds me in her arms till the bad dreams leave my mind
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| Hangman, hangman, that’s my stock and trade
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| Hangman, hangman, sending bad men to their graves
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| Well, who killed who, I ask myself, time and time again
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| God have mercy on the soul of this hangman
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| God have mercy on the soul of this hangman |