[00:00.00] 作曲 : Blakely, Cleaves
[00:13.78]Years ago on an April day
[00:18.08]A crowd gathered from miles around
[00:24.23]Over a thousand I heard one say
[00:30.68]All around me on the square in town
[00:36.69]Ladies dressed up in their best
[00:42.94]Kids ran around and played
[00:49.30]They all come to see me I guessed
[00:55.61]Me and the sheriff and a man in chains
[01:02.42]The Reverend Sam began a prayer
[01:08.99]To the women, the men, the boys and girls
[01:17.56]"We are graveyard sons and daughters
[01:24.19]Passing through an unfriendly world"
[01:30.86]A few last words and down he goes
[01:36.64]Teeth bared in an awful grin
[01:43.34]A cheer rises up from the crowd
[01:50.80]As I hold him, twistin in the wind
[01:57.34]Men held up their babies to see
[02:07.20]Reporters jotted down a tale
[02:13.15]Hawkers brought out lemonade
[02:20.60]And the ladies headed for the hangin' day sale
[02:27.38]From time to time these folks would come
[02:33.70]And all but one would walk away
[02:40.04]I'd shudder as the rope snapped tight
[02:45.69]But I got used to hanging day
[02:52.70]Now they don't gather round no more
[02:59.21]Though I'm tall and stouter still
[03:06.04]Now they do it all behind closed doors
[03:12.39]They say it's a better way to kill
[03:18.72]The Reverend Sam began a prayer
[03:24.81]To the women, the men, the boys and girls
[03:30.69]"We are graveyard sons and daughters
[03:37.31]Passing through an unfriendly world"
[03:44.09]A few last words and down he goes
[03:50.65]Teeth bared in an awful grin
[03:56.07]A cheer rises up from the crowd
[04:02.88]As I hold him, twistin in the wind
[04:15.25]One more poor boy dead and gone
[04:23.20]Twistin in the wind
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