Cold Cold Cold Ground

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Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 - Rock

Cold Cold Cold Ground

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We're gonna hang you from the highest tree We're gonna watch your feet swing We're gonna put you six feet down Into the cold, cold, cold ground The sheriff looked up at the man standing on the tailgate of his truck with a rope tied around his neck He said, "Looks like your bad habit days are all over, boy." Then he spit in the dirt and stirred it around with the tip of his boot And said, "You have the right to remain silent." Then he chuckled at his own bad joke as he turned away He said "Come on, let's get this over with." We're gonna hang you from the highest tree We're gonna put you six feet down We're gonna watch your feet swing Until you're dead, dead, dead, dead And if they pulled me out of the hole Would I long to be underground? Would I see with my eyes and not my mind? Would my hands cover my mouth and not my ears? And would I ever fall in love again? Or would I only be part of some stupid plan?

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