They found her by the river
got caught up at the border
then they brought me down
It was a whorehouse out in Frisco
with my pearl handled gun.
I thought it would be an easy score.
That madame she fought hard
down to their hangin' tree.
Its roots get strong and deeper with
years come and go but the hanging tree remains.
it was a card game in grand junction
i was one short of a flush
i looked at him he looked at me
and then i called his bluff
We put the money on the table
and that ace fell from my sleeve
. I laid my final hand down at the hanging tree.
was what they caught me with
I tried to run and shoot my way out
at the hanging tree. I paid my final debt.
its roots get strong and deeper with
years come and go but the hanging tree remains.
years come and go but the hanging tree remains.