| By the rivers down south
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| There’s gonna be a hangin'
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| He took the life of another man’s wife
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| The evidence was damning
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| Let me simplify
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| Justice will be served
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| Let no one stand in our way
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| Let no one be concerned
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| In his eyes there was no regret
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| But you could feel the snap of his neck
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| They had all been friends
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| The couple and this man
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| And there was something wrong
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| With the story at hand
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| But I was blind with rage
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| And I was blind with hate
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| But now I had my doubts
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| But now it was too late
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| In his eyes there was no more pain
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| I think we’ll have ourselves a hangin' again
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| Like a bird on a wire
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| One day they’ll come for me
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| But I have no fear
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| I only did what I thought was right
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| Cast a stone if you dare
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| And so I stand alone
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| Before this great debate
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| But beware my words
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| As you seal my fate
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| In my eyes there was no regret
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| But you could feel the snap of my neck
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| Like a bird on a wire
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| In his eyes there was no more pain
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| I don’t think this brid’ll fly again
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| By the rivers down south
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| They had a bunch of hangings
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| They took the lives of everyone there
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| You know it was quite savage
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| But they were blind with rage
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| And they were blind with hate
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| And so I stood alone
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| Like a bird on a wire |