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George Sherman · 02-02-2005, 08:07 PM

Get on, with it, put off the fuss you chicken shit, get on, with it, can't you see its time to quit. I seen three men hanging from a sycamore, their bodies were stiff as a 2x4, and their heads were tilted down towards the ground. And it ain't been long since they been up there, that their bodies turned cold hanging in that air. And they might have froze before that noose got to them.

Old Scratch has delt us a dirty hand, he had the look of a saint but the greed of a man, and his face was worn and wrinkled like a leather boared.

And if I put this revolver to my head, will God turn agaisnt me instead, of taking pity on a broken man?

Murder by Death
Three Men Hangin

[ February 02, 2005, 05:08 PM: Message edited by: George Sherman ]

02-02-2005, 08:07 PM	#1 (permalink)
George Sherman Senior Member Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: Fullerton & Damen Posts: 1,109 Internets: 14	Get on, with it, put off the fuss you chicken shit, get on, with it, can't you see its time to quit. I seen three men hanging from a sycamore, their bodies were stiff as a 2x4, and their heads were tilted down towards the ground. And it ain't been long since they been up there, that their bodies turned cold hanging in that air. And they might have froze before that noose got to them. Old Scratch has delt us a dirty hand, he had the look of a saint but the greed of a man, and his face was worn and wrinkled like a leather boared. And if I put this revolver to my head, will God turn agaisnt me instead, of taking pity on a broken man? Murder by Death Three Men Hangin [ February 02, 2005, 05:08 PM: Message edited by: George Sherman ]
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