Hangman Jury
Me old my lady sittin' in the shadeTalkin' about the money that I ain't madeSingin' o boy dontcha line theTrack a lack aO boy dontcha line the trackO boy dontcha line the track a lack aO boy dontcha line the track
If I could, I surely wouldStand on the rock that Moses stoodsingin' o boy dontcha line the track a lack aO boy dontcha line the trackO boy dontcha line the track a lack aO boy dontcha line the track
Drank so much hoochIt made my eyes be gettin' blurryThey say I nailed her to the wallA stich in time don't mean a thingNo hangman jury could make me crawlCause I'm a poor boyDontcha line the track a lack aO boy dontcha line the trackO boy dontcha line the track a lack aOOO
Whacha do with the gun that's loadedShot her dead and her heart explodedTell me baby now d-dontcha worryLike lying to a hangman jury
I swear I didn't know that 45 was loadedIn fact my memory ain't so clearThat's not to say she didn't get what she deservedLeast that's the way it looks from hereBoy when you line the track a lack aHey boy dontcha line the track
OOO my love came tumblin' downOOO love came tumblin' downOOO (Let's get outta here)Love come tumblin'
And every night she take her thingInto the city and in the mornin' make me beg causeIf I'd taken all her real titty grittyI'd smack her right upside the head boyDontcha line the track a lack aO boy dontcha line the trackO boy dontcha line the track
OOO my love came tumblin' downOOO love came tumblin' downOOO love come tumblin'
Poor boy sweatin' in the hot summer nightHangman waitin' for the early morning lightSingin' O boy dontcha line the track a lack aO boy dontcha line the trackO boy dontcha line the track a lack aO boy dontcha line the track
If I could, I surely wouldStand on the rock that Moses done stoodSingin' O boy dontcha line the track a lack aO boy dontcha line the trackO boy dontcha line the track a lack aO boy dontcha line the track