Hangman Hill

High on Hangman Hill there's a tree
 That's dry and withered by the sun
 Though it's dead it still stands strong
 Like it's shadow that is hung
 The folks that own that land have tied
 To pull that old tree down
 But the roots run too damn deep
 Like it's story
 It won't let go
 A hundred years ago three Men died
 They hung em from that tree
 The branches held them tall and proud
 For all the town to see
 Three Indian men with innocent blood
 Only guilty for their pride
 Their women cursed that tree
 And like their spirit
 It'll never die.
 High on Hangmen Hill
 When the night falls it brings a chill
 Sometimes you can hear em still
 When the wind blows
 The Widows cry
 High on Hangmen Hill
 Hey
 High on Hangmen Hill
 When the night falls it brings a chill
 Sometimes you can hear em still
 When the wind blows
 The Widows cry
 High on Hangmen Hill
 Hey
 The folks that own that land have tied
 To pull that old tree down
 But the roots run too damn deep
 Like it's story
 It won't let go