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Early one morning with time to kill
I borrowed Jeb's rifle and sat on the hill
I saw a lone rider crossing the plain
I drew a bead on him, to practice my aim

My brother's rifle went off in my hand
A shot rang out across the land
The horse, he kept running, the rider was dead

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I hung my head, I hung my head

I set off running to wake from the dream
My brother's rifle went into the sheen
I kept on running into the south lands
That's where they found me, my head in my hands

The sheriff he asked me why had I run
And then it came to me, just what I had done
And all for no reason, just one piece of lead

I hung my head, I hung my head

Here in the courthouse, the whole town was there
I see the judge high up in his chair
Explain to the courtroom what went through your mind
And we'll ask the jury what verdict they find

I felt the power of death over life
I orphaned his children, I widowed his wife
I begged their forgiveness, I wish I was dead

I hung my head, I hung my head
I hung my head, I hung my head

Early one morning with time to kill
I see the gallows up on the hill
And out in the distance, a trick of the brain
I see a lone rider crossing the plain

And he'd come to fetch me, to see what they'd done
And we'll ride together to kingdom come
I pray for God's mercy, for soon I'll be dead

I hung my head, I hung my head
I hung my head, I hung my head

Writer(s): Gordon Matthew Sumner

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