Hangtown
Hangtown.... sing a final song
It's called "the tree from which you hang has done no wrong"
Hangtown.... the birds have not yet gone
They're waitin' around to see you fly on
Those sorry cardboard cowboys tried to run you outta town
For trying to turn your dreams into a song
Those scented candle cowboys tried to run you outta town
For trying to turn your dreams into a song
Hangtown.... it's like you're on a bike
With legs that kick and pedal toward the light
Hangtown.... you did the best you could
Now forgive them all, they know not what they do
Forgive them all, for they were once good too
Forgive us all, we know not what we do
Hangtown