Norton Buffalo - Hangin' Tree lyrics

The men, women and children gathered round that hangin' tree The word was out a young man soon would die But no one seemed concerned enough to tell his family Of just exactly where his bones would lie Oh, yes, they had a trial, But it didn't last too long The judge began to smile, as they sang that hangin' song They said: We're gonna hang you, from that hangin' tree Cause what you done was in the first degree We'll send a preacher to bless your soul, Then we'll dig that six foot hole We're gonna hang you, from that hangin' tree From the black hills he'd come, into the town of Parmelee He saw a man bleeding and dying on the ground Jumped off his horse to help the man, But as he reached his knees, Heard the dying words, "Son, don't go near that town." Then a dozen men appeared, and they saw what he had found They blamed him for the k**ing, then they led him into town We're gonna hang you, from that hangin' tree Cause what you done was in the first degree We'll send a preacher to bless your soul Then we'll dig that six foot hole We're gonna hang you, from that hangin' tree Well, the marshal of this town was a crook named Willie B. He had beady eyes and a badge upon his chest He told the crowd outside the jail, as calmly as could be "I caught him, so now you can do the rest." Well they drug him to the courthouse, And they held a makeshift trial, The judge he dropped his hammer, and that crowd began to smile They said: We're gonna hang you, from that hangin' tree Cause what you done was in the first degree We'll send a preacher to bless your soul, Then we'll dig that six foot hole We're gonna hang you, from that hangin' tree The young man bowed in silence, as he said a word of prayer Forgive them lord, they know not what they've done Then he grabbed the guard beside him, and he headed for the door Sayin, "Leave me be, or he'll die from his own gun." On a horse he headed out of town, With a posse close behind, And they were riding hard and fast, with one thing on their mind Suddenly, the preacher appeared upon the road He said, "Turn around, and let the boy go free, For I done saw the k**in', and me story shall be told That the murderer was you marshal, Willie B." Well that posse looked in disbelief, ashamed for what they'd done That man had run this town too long, But now his day had come We're gonna hang him, from that hangin' tree Cause what he done was in the first degree We'll send a preacher to bless his soul, Then we'll dig that six foot hole We're gonna hang him, from that hangin' tree We're gonna hang you, from that hangin' tree Cause what you done was in the first degree We'll send a preacher to bless your soul, Then we'll dig that six foot hole We're gonna hang you, from that hangin' tree Yes we're gonna hang that ol' marshal Willie B. We're gonna hang him, from that hangin' tree