John Waite - Hanging Tree lyrics

rate me

Yeah, I rode with the James GangWhen I was just nineteenThe price on my head was legendYeah such was my notorietyThey call me Silver DollarSilver Dollar that was meWith those good old boys in the Whisky JarSometimes Id ride for freeSilver Dollar that was meMe and Jesus and ColumbusAnd a good Wells Fargo spyDoomed and cold wed dream aloneIn a rooming house of liesAnd the sermon was a lieBut Judas wore a Levi coatHad hungry mouths to feedMy spurs and boot heels touched the starsAnd once more I was freeMy spurs and boot heels touched the starsAnd once more I was freeYeah I rode with the James GangWhen I was just nineteenNavy coats and compass poniesTook me straight to the hanging treeOnce more I was free Once more I was free