hangtown
sing a final song
it's called the tree from which you hang has done no wrong
hangtown
the birds have not yet gone
they're waiting 'round to see you fly on
the sorry cardboard cowboys tried to run you out of town
for trying to turn your dreams into a song
those scented candle cowboys tried to run you out of town
for trying to turn your dreams into a song
hangtown
it's like you're on a bike
with legs that kick and peddle toward the light
hangtown
you did the best you could
now forgive them all, they know not what they do
forgive them all, for they were once good too
forgive us all, we know know not what we do
hangtown