A modern day metaphor for the corrupt old West.
Lyrics
Crime is done and I'm a wanted man
Sheriff's son, he drew his gun too slow
On the run back on the trail again
Lynch mob's got a hangin noose for me
Done my time and I was finally free, (but this)
Quickdraw hand will be the death of me
He reached for his, but was met with mine
Sheriff's son he drew his gun too slow
Up on a hill, there sit's a tree
Tied with a rope that's waiting for me
Up on a hill, there sit's a tree
Tied with a rope that's waiting for me
Kiss my wife and my daughter please
Lynch mob's got a hangin noose for me
Up on a hill, there sit's a tree
Tied with a rope that's waiting for me
Up on a hill, there sit's a tree
Tied with a rope that's waiting for me
Up on a hill, there sit's a tree
Tied with a rope that's waiting for me
Down in a hole they surrounded me
Caught by the Sheriff's sworn deputy
Up on a hill, there sit's a tree
Tied with a rope that's SWINGING with me
