From the recording Where The Myrtle Doth Entwine
This Americana waltz features hillbilly banjo, acoustic, haunting, husky vocals, 3 part harmonies & drums that echo a deadly march to the gallows. Another chapter of the album, WHERE THE MYRTLE DOTH ENTWINE, with tales of the wild West reimagined, it tributes classic Outlaw Country & Folk.
Lyrics
They're building the gallows.
They're fixing to hang me.
By this time tomorrow,
I'll be pushing up daisies.
I pine in this prison.
In this jail cell I dwell.
The sheriff's proclaiming,
"Son, you'll burn in hell!"
Oh, no... The hangman is here!
Oh, no... The end, it is near.
Oh, no... The hangman is here!
Oh no...
My daddy he left me,
A gambler, a liar.
My mama she beat me,
Her fists full of fire.
She took to the whiskey.
Her eyes were like slate.
She howled like a banshee.
Her heart brewed with hate.
Oh, no... The hangman is here!
Oh, no... The end, it is near.
Oh, no... The hangman is here!
Oh no...
I ran away from her
With the clothes on my back.
A couple of dollars,
And a pistol I packed.
Robbed a bank in Kentucky,
And a stage and a train.
They caught me in St. Louis.
Now, tomorrow, I hang.
Oh, no... The hangman is here!
Oh, no... The end, it is near.
Oh, no... The hangman is here!
Oh no...