Hangman Jury

Me and my old lady sittin?in the shade Talkin?about the money that I ain made Singin?o boy dontcha line the Track a lack a O boy dontcha line the track O boy dontcha line the track a lack a O boy dontcha line the track If I could I surely would Stand on the rock that Moses stood Singin?o boy dontcha line the track a lack a O boy dontcha line the track O boy dontcha line the track a lack a O boy dontcha line the track Drank so much hooch It made my eyes be gettin?blurry They say I nailed her to the wall A stitch in time don mean a thing No hangman jury could make me crawl Cause I a poor boy Dontcha line the track a lack a Oh boy dontcha line the track Oh boy dontcha line the track a lack a OOO Whacha do with a gun that loaded Shot her dead and her heart exploded Tell me baby now d-dontcha worry Like lying to a hangman jury I swear I didn know that 45 was loaded In fact my memory ain too clear That not to say she didn get what she deserved Least that the way it looked from here Boy when you line the track a lack a Hey boy when you line the track a lack a Hey boy dontcha line the track OOO my love came tumblin?down OOO love come tumblin?down OOO Let get outta here Love come tumblin?br And every night she take her thing Into the city and in the mornin? make me beg cause If I taken all her real titty gritty I smack her right upside the head boy Dontcha line the track a lack a Oh boy dontcha line the track Oh boy dontcha line the track OOO my love came tumblin?down OOO love come tumblin?down OOO love come tumblin?br Poor boy sweatin?in the hot summer night Hangman waitin?for the early mornin?light Singin?Oh boy dontcha line the track a lack a Oh boy dontcha line the track a lack a Oh boy dontcha line the track If I could I surely would Stand on the rock that Moses done stood Singin?O boy dontcha line the track a lack a O boy dontcha line the track Oh boy dontcha line the track a lack a Oh boy don ya line the track