Lyrics

[Verse 1] Jackson Davis was a cold assassin He rode for the Rebel South He hated Cole Younger with a firin' passion Thought Jessie James ran his mouth He never gave a damn about the rhyme or reason He just loved the sight of blood He kept on killin' when the war was over And the dove was countin' mud And he'd sing [Chorus] "Hang me high from a tall, tall tree All I ever wanted was to live free Pour a bottle of whiskey over my bones Drive a wooden cross through a stack of stones And tеll all the girls not to cry Because I'll lovе 'em all until the day I die 'Til the day I die" [Verse 2] Jackson Davis was born in Kansas A preacher's son to a mother's saint His daddy learned that there's souls for savin' But some souls that you can't Idle hands made the devil's work When he picked up a gun Shot his first man when he was thirteen His daddy prayed, "Help my son" And he'd sing [Chorus] "Hang me high from a tall, tall tree All I ever wanted was to live free Pour a bottle of whiskey over my bones Drive a wooden cross through a stack of stones And tell all the girls not to cry I'll love 'em all until the day I die 'Til the day I die" [Verse 3] He rode with Quantrill back to Lawrence Right down Main to the end of town His daddy cried out when he saw Jackson But his mama never made a sound His mama never made a sound Until he barred the windows and he locked the doors And then he lit that church by the bottom floor His daddy held a Bible and he tried to save us But Hell had no fury like Jackson Davis [Chorus] He sang, "Hang me high from a tall, tall tree All I ever wanted was to live free Pour a bottle of whiskey over my bones Drive a wooden cross through a stack of stones And tell all the girls not to cry I'll love 'em all until the day I die 'Til the day I die" [Instrumental Outro]