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-73We ’re Hangin’ Him Tonite He was such a nice young feller Came from good North Texas stock Had a proper church upbringing Family, solid as a rock. But somewhere the boy got twisted Heard the painted siren’s song On the streets of HELL’S HALF ACRE’S Where they say the lad went wrong. What a loss of time and talent What a song to go unsung Seems the fruits of life are wasted On the foolish and the young. Now he could have turned out different Been a kind and decent man But tonite his earthly judgment’s In the vigilante’s hand. And somewhere his mama’s cryin’ As she prays by candlelight She’ll never hold her child again ’Cause we’re hangin’ him tonite. 1995 ...

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