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. . 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.