Tom Zart Poet Rhyme

The Hanging Tree

The hanging tree the hanging tree, 
A great big cottonwood that waits for me.
Just out of town by Old Boot Hill 
Where they’ll take my body and a grave they’ll fill

Now, I don't know, but I was told,
They’ll use a slow horse and a rope that's old. 
Lord, have mercy on a sinner's soul; 
To end up in heaven was always my goal.

It's true; I’ve stole a horse or two,
Even after pledging to you.
I've drank to much and loved to many
Became plain stupid and spent every penny.
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Come first light I’ll greet my fate 
For the hangman and I have a early date.
I'll mumble and stumble then hold my breath
As I pray for God's grace after my death.

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