Jericho
PovertyNeck Hillbillies
Dont Look Back
Intro- G
G Gadd9 G D
Boot leather on a barroom floor, fightin' over a dance hall girl
G Cadd9 G D
He pulled a knife, I pulled a gun, and I sent him home to glory
G Cadd9
The sheriff said son, better go with me
G D
Give me your gun and come peacefully
G Cadd9 D
I can drop you right here, or you can tell the court your story
Chorus:
G D
Hang me high, hang me low
C
They're gonna hang me in the morning
G D C
Stay away from Jericho, all you rounders,
(No chord) G
I give you fair warning
G Cadd9
Entered my plea, called it self defense,
G D
a sober judge sittin' on the bench
G Cadd9 G D
And i stared into 24 eyes of a hard-nosed Jericho jury
G Cadd9
They called it murder in the first degree,
G D
The judge said, son, stand and look at me
G Cadd9 D
Hang him - and may the lord have mercy
Chorus
G Cadd9
Thirteen steps to the scaffold high,
G D
the whole town's out just to watch me die
G Cadd9 D
And not one to shed a tear of mourning
G Cadd9
Please would you honor my last request,
G D
when they lay me down to rest
G Cadd9 D
Let the epitaph on my tombstone read this warning
Chorus2:
G D
Hang me high, hang me low
C
They went to hang me one bright morning morning
G D C
Stay away from Jericho, all you rounders,
(No chord) G
I give you fair warning
Chorus
Hang me high...
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