|
One more hour to go |
|
till he reaches his home |
|
he should've left that poor family |
|
all alone |
|
now he's on his way |
|
you can hear the crowd say |
|
that boy has never had no one to call his own |
|
and as they rallied around the gallows |
|
you can tell he had no shame |
|
he was wanted for the murder |
|
of that poor families name |
|
he was just a child |
|
20 years of age |
|
but now he's down |
|
below his cage |
|
and as they rallied around the gallows |
|
you can tell he had no shame |
|
he was wanted for the murder |
|
of that poor families name |
|
he was just a child |
|
20 years of age |
|
but now he's down |
|
below his cage |
|
One more hour to go |
|
till he reaches his home |
|
he should've left that poor family |
|
all alone |
|
now he's on his way |
|
you can hear the crowd say |
|
that boy has never had no one to call his own |
|
and as they rallied around the gallows |
|
you can tell he had no shame |
|
he was wanted for the murder |
|
of that poor families name |
|
he was just a child |
|
20 years of age |
|
but now he's down |
|
below his cage |
|
oh he's down below his cage |
|
oh he's down below his cage |
