| Well that judge he found me guilty of wrong doing
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| And he sentenced me to hang in mid July
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| He look down at me and said you’re lifes a ruin
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| If I were you I’d break right down and cry
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| But nobody seems to care that I ain’t guilty
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| 'Cause I never did the things they said I’ve done
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| But I guess they’re gonna have to hang somebody
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| And It’s lookin' like I’m goin to be the one
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| So send my body home on a freight train
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| And don’t worry none that I don’t go first class
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| Send my body home on a freight train
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| So everyone can see me when I pass
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| And don’t worry none about no fancy funeral
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| It don’t matter how they lay me down
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| Just see they bury me out by mama’s apple tree
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| And send my body back to my home town
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| My mama was one damn hard workin' woman
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| She tried to raise us kids without a pa
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| The last thing that she said she was on her dying bed
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| Was son don’t get in trouble with the law
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| Whenever my time comes to meet my maker
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| I’m going to try to do my very best
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| I’m going try to stand and take it like a man
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| When they ask if I have one request
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| I’ll just say …
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| Send my body home on a freight train
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| And don’t worry none that I don’t go first class
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| Send my body home on a freight train
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| So everyone can see me when I pass
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| And don’t worry none about no fancy funeral
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| 'Cause it don’t matter how they lay me down
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| Just See they bury me out by mama’s apple tree
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| And send my body back to my home town
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| Yes, just see they bury me out by mama’s apple tree
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| And send my body back to my home town… |