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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Western Justice It was known just as "The Tree" It was on the fence line of Jade Ranch And on the wizened, hardened oak Was a limb, known as "The Branch" On the branch hung seven ropes Of seven different lengths Depending on the sentence They chose one of seven strengths Now a posse and a lynch mob Are two completely different groups You may always end up hanging But through two different loops Get caught with someone else's horse By someone from on the ranch Then you'll face Western Justice And end up hanging from "The Branch" Western justice it was called And lynch mobs had a thirst To see you hanging from "The Tree" If you didn't meet the Marshall first Get caught with an extra ace You'll be called out as a cheat You will never make "The Tree" You'll get gunned down in your seat But, have a horse, that's not your brand And a lynch mob's soon around Western Justice will prevail With you ten feet from the ground You'll sit upon the horse you stole No one hears your weak defence One slap and the verdicts in You'll hang on the ranch side of the fence Shoot a man in town and you Will end up in the local jail But, shoot him where the Law is not And Western Justice will prevail Seven ropes of different lengths Take a man on to his death Once the horse is slapped to go No one will hear your last breath There's a lynch mob and a posse You don't know just how close they are One does what they think is right One feels the same, but has a star "The Tree" is there in waiting For the next rope to be strung If you aren't caught by the Marshall From "The Branch" you will be hung
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