Haunted
We hung a horse thief in Wichita
Meanest man anyone ever saw
He laughed just before we did the chore
Said from his grave he'd moan ever more
He said that he'd sit there on his stone
And the town could watch him turn to bone
And as they watched him turn slow to dust
He would watch them pay as pay they must
Well he was dead as the sun went down
On his way out of our little town
We drove all night in a hearse machine
Buried his carcass in Abilene
We hear that town has moaning at night
A ghost can be seen before daylight
They hear "You'll pay" in an eerie song
But they just shrug and move on along
9-23-19
Contest: Haunted
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2019
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