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Slaid Cleaves
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Twistin'
Years ago on an April day A crowd gathered from miles around Over a thousand, I heard one say All around me on the square in town
Ladies dressed up in their best Kids ran around and played They all come to see me I guessed Me and the sheriff and a man in chains
The Reverend Sam began a prayer To the women, the men, the boys and girls 'We are graveyard sons and daughters Passing through an unfriendly world'
A few last words and down he goes Teeth bared in an awful grin A cheer rises up from the crowd As I hold him, twistin in the wind
Men held up their babies to see Reporters jotted down a tale Hawkers brought out lemonade And the ladies headed for the hangin' day sale Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
From time to time these folks would come And all but one would walk away I'd shudder as the rope snapped tight But I got used to hanging day
Now they don't gather round no more Though I'm tall and stouter still Now they do it all behind closed doors They say it's a better way to kill
The Reverend Sam began a prayer To the women, the men, the boys and girls 'We are graveyard sons and daughters Passing through an unfriendly world'
A few last words and down he goes Teeth bared in an awful grin A cheer rises up from the crowd As I hold him, twistin in the wind One more poor boy dead and gone Twistin in the wind
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