Spare A Thought For The Hangman

Come the morning
It will be time
They're gonna hang me 
For my crime
I've seen the hangman
Looked in his eyes
I saw that haunted look
He can't disguise

Spare a Thought for the Hangman
Dunno how he sleeps at night

I shot a young man
I killed him dead
I drew my six-gun
Pumped him full of lead
So, now the Hangman
Will hang me high
And all the townsfolk
Will watch me die

Spare a Thought for the Hangman
Dunno how he sleeps at night

(Bridge)

Spare a Thought for the Hangman
Dunno how he sleeps at night

And now it's morning
The bird's on the wing
The grieving Mother
Will see me swing
I see the Hangman
His face is grim
It is my best friend
and I feel for him

Spare a Thought for the Hangman
Dunno how he'll sleep tonight
Spare a Thought for the Hangman
Dunno how he'll sleep tonight
Spare a Thought for the Hangman
God, I hope he'll be alright

Working on a new album. Still flipping between possible album names. I tend to stick to rock songs, but I think an album needs something slower and or downbeat to break things up a bit. So, I picked up the acoustic and wrote this dirge.