Ten Black Crows

Ten black crows, circling overhead

Noose around his neck

“Any last requests?”

Ten black crows, circling overhead

“Any final words?”

Is what the hangman says

Air line road

No town for miles

That iron horse, sheu0027d ride,

Filling the air with her cries

u0027Til hell came down in a cloud of dust

Ainu0027t no way to run from a quick shot with a loaded gun

And he stood and watched the sky run red

“God help you now,” he said

As ten black crows circled overhead

Single bullet left

“Any last requests?”

Ten black crows circled overhead

“Any final words?”

Is what the gunman said

A trail of gold ainu0027t hard to follow

Canu0027t hide among the willows

With your name on their tongues,

Face on each town post

And though his hands were quick to the trigger

The odds, they paid no favors

Ten guns around, so he laid his down

And stood and watched the sky run red,

“God help you now,” they said

As ten black crows circled overhead

Single bullet left

“Any last requests?”

Ten black crows circled overhead

“Any final words?”

Is what the townsmen said

“Take him down to the hangmanu0027s tree,

Hellu0027s what he brings, thatu0027s where heu0027ll be

Take him down to the hangmanu0027s tree

Oh, take him down"

(Ten black crows, circling overhead)

Take him down to the hangmanu0027s tree,

Hellu0027s what he brings, thatu0027s where heu0027ll be

(Ten black crows)

Take him down to the hangmanu0027s tree,

Oh, take him down

(Hellu0027s what he brings, thatu0027s where heu0027ll be)

Take him down, take him down

Ten black crows circling overhead

Noose around his neck

“Any last requests?”

Ten black crows circling overhead

“Any final words?”

Is what the hangman says