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Hang me, oh hang me
So I’ll be dead and gone
I wouldn’t mind your hang boys, I’ve been waiting ‘round here too long
Waiting ‘round here too long

My papa was a gambler
He taught me how to play
He said, “Son, don’t you go a baggin’ when you hold the ace and trey”
“When you hold the ace and trey”

They took me down to old Fort Smith
Sick as I could be
And they handed me a letter saying “Son, come home to me”
“Son, come home to me”

Hang me, oh hang me
So I’ll be dead and gone
I wouldn’t mind your hang boys, I’ve been waiting ‘round here too long
I’ve been waiting ‘round here too long

My father and mother
Little sister makes three
They all came to the gallows, to see the death of me
To see the death of me

They put a rope around my neck
And drew me way up high
I could hear the crowd singing, “It won’t be long til he dies”
“It won’t be long til he dies”

Hang me, oh hang me
So I’ll be dead and gone
I wouldn’t mind your hang boys, I’ve been waiting ‘round here too long
I’ve been waiting ‘round here too long

Hang me, oh hang me
So I’ll be dead and gone
I wouldn’t mind your hang boys, I’ve been waiting ‘round here too long
I’ve been waiting ‘round here too long

Hang me, oh hang me
So I’ll be dead and gone
I wouldn’t mind your hang boys, I’ve been waiting’ ‘round here too long
I’ve been waiting’ ‘round here too long (x3)

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