There's a harvest moon and the stars are bright
There's a little bit of frost on the grass tonight
Over in the meadow hid away from them all
Dance all night to the fiddle's call
Down by the river where the trees grow tall
I know about you and I know where you've been
You stole some money from a crippled man
And then you hit him in the head with a walkin' cane
Pushed him outside in the freezin' rain
But I bet you wouldn't ever do that again
Turnin', turnin' 'round the fire
Burnin', burnin' higher and higher
And they gotta reckon with the dead man's stone
He's headed this way with a bullet in his gun
Yea, the hangin' mob is ridin' all night
But they can't be here till tomorrow night
And you'll be gone by the morning light
Turnin', turnin' 'round the fire
Burnin', burnin' higher and higher
And a shot rings out on the midnight breeze
From a Winchester rifle back in the trees
Nobody moved, nobody spoke
But way down yonder by the hollow oak
Hangin' up there by the end of that rope
Over in the meadow hid away from them all
Dance all night to the fiddle's call
Down by the river where the trees grow tall
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