I saw her standing on her front lawn just twirling her baton Me and her went for a ride, sir, and ten innocent people died From the town of Lincoln, Nebraska, with a sawed-off .410 on my lap Through to the badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my path I can't say that I'm sorry for the things that we done At least for a little while, sir, me and her we had us some fun Now, the jury brought in a guilty verdict, and the judge he sentenced me to death Midnight in a prison storeroom with leather straps across my chest Sheriff, when the man pulls that switch, sir, and snaps my poor head back You make sure my pretty baby is sittin' right there on my lap They declared me unfit to live, said into that great void my soul'd be hurled They wanted to know why I did what I did Well, sir, I guess there's just a meanness in this worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
