| Early one morning with time to kill
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| I borrowed Jeb’s rifle and sat on the hill
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| I saw a lone rider crossing the plain
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| I drew a bead on him to practice my aim
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| My brother’s rifle went off in my hand
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| A shot rang out across the land
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| The horse he kept running, the rider was dead
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| I hung my head, I hung my head
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| I set off running to wake from the dream
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| And my brother’s rifle went into the stream
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| I kept on running into the salt lands
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| And that’s where they found me, my head in my hands
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| The sheriff he asked me «Why had I run»
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| Then it came to me just what I had done
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| And all for no reason, just one piece of lead
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| I hung my head, I hung my head
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| Here in the courthouse, the whole town is there
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| I see the judge high up in his chair
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| «Explain to the courtroom what went through your mind
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| And we’ll ask the jury what verdict they find»
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| I said «I felt the power of death over life
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| I orphaned his children, I widowed his wife
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| I beg their forgiveness, I wish I was dead»
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| I hung my head, I hung my head
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| Early one morning with time to kill
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| I see the gallows up on the hill
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| And out in the distance a trick of the brain
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| I see a lone rider crossing the plain
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| He’s come to fetch me to see what they done
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| We’ll ride together til Kingdom come
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| I pray for God’s mercy for soon I’ll be dead
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| I hung my head, I hung my head |