Band Of Heathens - Hangin Tree Lyrics
Well, I can hear mamma singin' the hangin' treesound like someone singin' harmonyand me and my brother we don't make a peepwe go down slow to the hangin' treehangin' tree's down by the river's edgewe come up stream and peek over the ledgeand mamma's got a rope and a kitchen knifeand the harmony singer is the preacher's wifemamma put a bible in her right handand asked her if she been seein' her manwell, me and my brother don't hear no morecause right then the rain began to pourit was an hour past dark when she came back homeand we never saw papa round here no moremamma took to sittin' by the hangin' treebut there aint no body singin' harmonythe preacher's wife she don't leave his sideand we aint got papa to tan no hidemy older brother he took his lifeand I took to peepin' on the preacher's wifeI left my mamma when I was sixteenstrung up in the limbs of the hangin' tree