Jericho Lyrics - Singles - Povertyneck Hillbillies

Boot leather on a barroom floor, fightin' over a dance hall girl 

He pulled a knife, I pulled a gun, and I sent him home to glory 

The sheriff said son, better go with me 

Give me your gun and come peacefully 

I can drop you right here, or you can tell the court your story 

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Hang me high, hang me low 

They're gonna hang me in the morning 

Stay away from Jericho, all you rounders, 

I give you fair warning 

Entered my plea, called it self defense, 

a sober judge sittin' on the bench 

And i stared into 24 eyes of a hard-nosed Jericho jury 

They called it murder in the first degree, 

The judge said, son, stand and look at me 

Hang him - and may the lord have mercy 

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Thirteen steps to the scaffold high, 

the whole town's out just to watch me die 

And not one to shed a tear of mourning 

Please would you honor my last request, 

when they lay me down to rest 

Let the epitaph on my tombstone read this warning 

Chorus