Lyrics

Hang Me High

I’m sitting at a bar drinking whiskey and rye, watching the pretties pass on by
And I gotta say a prayer before I die; if they catch me here they’ll hang me high.
Like Frankie said I did it my way, now I’m all alone, but that’s the price you pay,
For living it large in your younger days, but it’s much too late to change my ways.

Well,
If they catch me here they’ll hang me out to dry,
Stand me up in front of that firing line,
Strap me to a chair and watch me fry,
Then send me down where the sun don’t shine.

I’ve run guns, booze, and cocaine, I’ve stolen cars and I’ve held up trains,
I’ve blackmailed guys with dubious dames, and watched warehouses go up in flames.
I got a kid with a girl in Baltimore, and I’m pretty sure another three or four,
Scattered around the mid-west corridor, a pretty girl was always hard to ignore.

Well,
If they catch me here they’ll hang me out to dry,
Stand me up in front of that firing line,
Strap me to a chair and watch me fry,
Then send me down where the sun don’t shine.

Some of us were born to this,
It’s not a matter of pride; it’s just the way that it is,
If I could make a dollar doing illegal shit and get my kicks,
And get away with it,
I always will.

So you take the high road and I’ll take the low, at least I know where mine goes,
You don’t have to tell me where the wind blows- straight to hell at the end of a rope.

Well,
If they catch me here they’ll hang me out to dry,
Stand me up in front of that firing line,
Strap me to a chair and watch me fry,
Then send me down where the sun don’t shine.




Lyrics and music © Dave Wright 2012.