Hang Me, Oh Hang Me

Hang me, oh hang me
 So I'll be dead and gone
 I wouldn't mind your hang boys, I've been waiting 'round here too long
 Waiting 'round here too long
 My papa was a gambler
 He taught me how to play
 He said, "Son, don't you go a baggin' when you hold the ace and trey"
 "When you hold the ace and trey"
 They took me down to old Fort Smith
 Sick as I could be
 And they handed me a letter saying "Son, come home to me"
 "Son, come home to me"
 Hang me, oh hang me
 So I'll be dead and gone
 I wouldn't mind your hang boys, I've been waiting 'round here too long
 I've been waiting 'round here too long
 My father and mother
 Little sister makes three
 They all came to the gallows, to see the death of me
 To see the death of me
 They put a rope around my neck
 And drew me way up high
 I could hear the crowd singing, "It won't be long til he dies"
 "It won't be long til he dies"
 Hang me, oh hang me
 So I'll be dead and gone
 I wouldn't mind your hang boys, I've been waiting 'round here too long
 I've been waiting 'round here too long
 Hang me, oh hang me
 So I'll be dead and gone
 I wouldn't mind your hang boys, I've been waiting 'round here too long
 I've been waiting 'round here too long
 Hang me, oh hang me
 So I'll be dead and gone
 I wouldn't mind your hang boys, I've been waiting' 'round here too long
 I've been waiting' 'round here too long (x3)