There's soon to be a hangin'
They've raised the gallows high
The Barker Boys are getting their just deserves
They'll soon be swinging side by side
They're testing the trap doors as we speak
A sound that always gives me the chills
Them boys should of left well enough alone
And let God do his own will
You see they killed a man in Texas
Over a cheatin' game of cards
Caught those murderous thieves this side of Dallas
Where it is they didn't get very far
Didn't get very far in their run
Sure enough didn't get far in this life
The mean streak runs deep in their blackened hearts
Straight to the Devils right side
So here we are at the day of the hangin'
It's quite a crowd that's gathered now
The party atmosphere is contagious
But ain't that what a hangin's all about
They faced each other in death
The same way they face each other in life
With a twist of one rope to the left
And a twist of one rope to the right
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 9:05 AM UTC
There's soon to be a hangin'
They've raised the gallows high
The Barker Boys are getting their just deserves
They'll soon be swinging side by side
They're testing the trap doors as we speak
A sound that always gives me the chills
Them boys should of left well enough alone
And let God do his own will
You see they killed a man in Texas
Over a cheatin' game of cards
Caught those murderous thieves this side of Dallas
Where it is they didn't get very far
Didn't get very far in their run
Sure enough didn't get far in this life
The mean streak runs deep in their blackened hearts
Straight to the Devils right side
So here we are at the day of the hangin'
It's quite a crowd that's gathered now
The party atmosphere is contagious
But ain't that what a hangin's all about
They faced each other in death
The same way they face each other in life
With a twist of one rope to the left
And a twist of one rope to the right
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