On a dirty street, in a western town back in time, the gallows,
He is the hangman, stands always still as the shadows drift with time.
He is everywhere, face covered always in a mask of darkness,
Not a ruler but he holds the authority to life and death.
A noose hovers, it sways with the wind, waiting for those who sin,
You didn’t just break the law, the ultimate crime lived in your mind.
A life you did take, murder will get you a date with the hangman,
Many years ago when life was hard on the trail, guns an everyday tool,
When a man chooses the wrong road, decisions of criminal deeds will do him in.
The hangman will watch as you climb the stairs, each step you will sweat,
A choice you have made, time to pay, the hangman does have his day.