It was known just as "The Tree"
It was on the fence line of Jade Ranch
And on the wizened, hardened oak
Was a limb, known as "The Branch"
On the branch hung seven ropes
Of seven different lengths
Depending on the sentence
They chose one of seven strengths
Now a posse and a lynch mob
Are two completely different groups
You may always end up hanging
But through two different loops
Get caught with someone else's horse
By someone from on the ranch
Then you'll face Western Justice
And end up hanging from "The Branch"
Western justice it was called
And lynch mobs had a thirst
To see you hanging from "The Tree"
If you didn't meet the Marshall first
Get caught with an extra ace
You'll be called out as a cheat
You will never make "The Tree"
You'll get gunned down in your seat
But, have a horse, that's not your brand
And a lynch mob's soon around
Western Justice will prevail
With you ten feet from the ground
You'll sit upon the horse you stole
No one hears your weak defence
One slap and the verdicts in
You'll hang on the ranch side of the fence
Shoot a man in town and you
Will end up in the local jail
But, shoot him where the Law is not
And Western Justice will prevail
Seven ropes of different lengths
Take a man on to his death
Once the horse is slapped to go
No one will hear your last breath
There's a lynch mob and a posse
You don't know just how close they are
One does what they think is right
One feels the same, but has a star
"The Tree" is there in waiting
For the next rope to be strung
If you aren't caught by the Marshall
From "The Branch" you will be hung
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC
It was known just as "The Tree"
It was on the fence line of Jade Ranch
And on the wizened, hardened oak
Was a limb, known as "The Branch"
On the branch hung seven ropes
Of seven different lengths
Depending on the sentence
They chose one of seven strengths
Now a posse and a lynch mob
Are two completely different groups
You may always end up hanging
But through two different loops
Get caught with someone else's horse
By someone from on the ranch
Then you'll face Western Justice
And end up hanging from "The Branch"
Western justice it was called
And lynch mobs had a thirst
To see you hanging from "The Tree"
If you didn't meet the Marshall first
Get caught with an extra ace
You'll be called out as a cheat
You will never make "The Tree"
You'll get gunned down in your seat
But, have a horse, that's not your brand
And a lynch mob's soon around
Western Justice will prevail
With you ten feet from the ground
You'll sit upon the horse you stole
No one hears your weak defence
One slap and the verdicts in
You'll hang on the ranch side of the fence
Shoot a man in town and you
Will end up in the local jail
But, shoot him where the Law is not
And Western Justice will prevail
Seven ropes of different lengths
Take a man on to his death
Once the horse is slapped to go
No one will hear your last breath
There's a lynch mob and a posse
You don't know just how close they are
One does what they think is right
One feels the same, but has a star
"The Tree" is there in waiting
For the next rope to be strung
If you aren't caught by the Marshall
From "The Branch" you will be hung
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