The Hanging Tree

The Hanging Tree

Crush into the arms of Satan

Reaching for the hands of God

I'm robbing ev'ry mind of wisdom

Running so he won't get caught

He's out the law by majority

In branded all his live

And some say that he's a sinner man

As he rides from day to night

He's a bad man so they say

Livin' for his life and livin' free

Running swift and secretly

So we'll miss the hanging tree

Wounded spirits on the wind

Ridin' to his dream and destiny

He's locking up the wall of posters

Calling for his friends to see

Laughin' loud as he rides away

Kicking up the dust with speed

Time hunts him down the pathway

And freedom is the horse he rides

Glory is the dream he's after

And fortune is his hearts delight