Twistin

INTRO: C

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Years ago on an April day
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A crowd gathered from miles around
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Over a thousand, I heard one say
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All around me on the square in town


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Ladies dressed up in their best
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Kids ran around and played
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They all come to see me, I guess
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Me and the sheriff and a man in 
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chains


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The Reverend Sam began a prayer
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To the women, the men, the boys and
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 girls
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"We are graveyard sons and daughters
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Passing through an unfriendly world"


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A few last words and down he goes
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Teeth bared in an awful grin
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A cheer rises up from the crowd
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As I hold him, twistin' in the wind


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Men held up their babies to see
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Reporters jotted down a tale
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Hawkers brought out lemonade
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And the ladies headed for the 
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hanging day sale


From time to time these folks would 
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come
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And all but one would walk away
I'd shudder as the rope snapped 
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tight
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But I got used to hanging day



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Now they don't gather 'round no more
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Though I'm tall and stouter still
Now they do it all behind closed 
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doors
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They say it's a better way to kill


    F                    C
The Reverend Sam began a prayer
       F                           
To the women, the men, the boys and
 C
 girls
        F                  C
"We are graveyard sons and daughters
                              G
Passing through an unfriendly world"


  C                          F
A few last words and down he goes
G                       C
Teeth bared in an awful grin
                          F
A cheer rises up from the crowd
     G                         C
As I hold him, twistin' in the wind
                           F      G
One more poor boy dead and gone
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Twistin' in the wind