Mr. Gallows -

Looked up at the hanging tree

It looked back down at me

Thought it might swallow me up

I know where my fate lies

Up towards the gray sky

On the sturdiest branch of the bunch

I may be a child

By my eyes they glow wild

When I catch just a trace of blood

When the gunfighters yell

And that gunpowder smell

It hits me and I know I’m the one

Mr. Gallows, Mr. Gallows

Don’t have no mercy on me

Tighten the noose as I whistle a tune

From the branch of the old hanging tree

I think I was born bad

My mama once said that

I’d never make much of a man

I’m a cold-blooded kid

With a sinister grin

And it’s nice to know just what I am

Mr. Gallows, Mr. Gallows

Don’t have no mercy on me

Tighten the noose as I whistle a tune

From the branch of the old hanging tree

Mr. Gallows, Mr. Gallows

Don’t have no mercy on me

Tighten the noose as I whistle a tune

From the branch of the old hanging tree