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Pud Marcums Hangin chords

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pud marcums hangin

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they say the grass won't grow where they built the gallows

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down in lawrence county up on town hill


they hung poor pud marcum for the crime of murder

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back then they called it justice but the grass aint growin still

                                      
puds uncle fisher marcum he was feared and hated

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many in the county wanted him dead


a bullet fired from ambush sent him to the graveyard C G D G but not before he sent pud shockley from his dying bed G they say the grass won't grow where they built the gallows C G down in lawrence county up on town hill they hung poor pud marcum for the crime of murder C G D G back then they called it justice but the grass aint growin still G G C G G G C G D G they tracked him through the snow to the place where he was hiding C G a law man said throw up your hands your under arrest in the jailhouse he found Jesus but the jury found him guilty C G D G and sentenced him to hang til he was dead dead dead G they say the grass won't grow where they built the gallows C G down in lawrence county up on town hill they hung poor pud marcum for the crime of murder C G D G back then they called it justice but the grass aint growin still solo G C G G G C G D G early in the morning on the 29th of april C G the sheriff came and led ol pud away he had a peace about him as they neared the scaffold C G D G and he rode his own coffin up the hill to meet his fate now my papaw told me a great big crowd was gathered C G C G to see him meet his maker for taking fishers life they say he told the young folks let this be your warning C G D G and left this world singing dark is the night G they say the grass won't grow where they built the gallows C G down in lawrence county up on town hill they hung poor pud marcum for the crime of murder C G D G back then they called it justice but the grass aint growin still C G C D G