Hangman Jury

Me and my old lady sittin’ in the shade
talkin’ ’bout the money that I ain’t made
Singin’ o boy dontcha line the track a lack a
O boy dontcha line the track
O boy dontcha line the track a lack a
O boy dontcha line the track

If I could I surely would
Stand on the rock that Moses stood
Singin’ O boy dontcha line the track a lack a
O boy dontcha line the track
O boy dontcha line the track a lack a
O boy dontcha line the track

Drank so much hooch
It my eyes be gettin’ blurry
They say I nailed her to the door
A stich in time don’t mean a thing
No Hangman Jury could make me crawl’Cause I’m a poor boy dontcha line the track a lack a
O boy dontcha line the track
O boy dontcha line the track a lack a
O boy dontcha line the track

Wacha do with a gun that’s loaded

Shot her dead and her heart exploded
Tell me baby now d-dontcha worry
Like lyin’ to a Hangman Jury

I swear I didn’t know that ’45 was loaded
In fact my memory ain’t too clear
That’s not to say she didn’t get what she deserved
Least that’s the way it looked from here
Boy when you line the track a lack a
Hey boy dontcha line the track a lack a
Hey boy dontcha line the track

Ooh, my love came tumblin’ down
Ooh, love come tumblin’ down
Ooh, Let’s get outta here
Love come tumblin’

And every night she take her things into the city
And in the morning make me beg
If I’d taken all her titty gritty
Smack her right upside the head
Boy dontcha line the track a lack a
O boy dontcha line the track
O boy dontcha line the track

Ooh, my love came tumblin’ down