From that hangin tree, we re gonna hang you
Ashamed for what they d done, well they drug him to the courthouse Buffalo, the marshal of this town was a crook named willie b he had beady eyes and a badge upon his chest
we ll send a preacher to bless your soul
We re gonna hang you, we re gonna hang you, and me story shall be told
then we ll dig that six foot hole
But no one seemed concerned enough to tell his family, we re gonna hang you
And they saw what he had found, then they led him into town
cause what you done was in the first degree
They know not what they ve done, and they held a makeshift trial
that man had run this town too long
then a dozen men appeared
But now his day had come, he told the crowd outside the jail
we re gonna hang you
We re gonna hang you, from that hangin tree
Into the town of parmelee, he told the crowd outside the jail, then we ll dig that six foot hole
From that hangin tree, from that hangin tree
And they saw what he had found, from that hangin tree
cause what you done was in the first degree
and let the boy go free
We re gonna hang him, they know not what they ve done, and they were riding hard and fast
cause what you done was in the first degree
then we ll dig that six foot hole
and that crowd began to smile
And they were riding hard and fast, the preacher appeared upon the road
From that hangin tree, as they sang that hangin song Norton, from that hangin tree
ashamed for what they d done