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The Hangman (young, thornton)

My baby’s the hangman but lord can he sing man

My baby’s the hangman but I love him so

He’s always saying “sorry, little darling don’t you worry about where I go

Before I come home”

He don’t know what he does to me

I need him more than the air I breathe

All his killin is killin me

Why does that boys voice make me weak in the knees

His hands are getting heavy,

temper broken like the levy back where I’m from

the place I call home

the hour is getting later,

mouths getting sharper than an alligator

before he comes home

He don’t know what he does to me

I need him more than the air I breathe

All his killin is killin me

Why does that boys voice make me weak in the knees

I’m pining, yes im pining oh it’s true

I’m pining all for you

My baby’s the hangman but lord can he sing man

My baby’s the hangman but I love him so