Hangmen Hill (Live Version)

High on Hangmen Hill there’s a tree That’s dry and withered by the sun Though it’s dead it still stands strong Like’s it’s shadow that is hung The folks that own that land have tied To pull that old tree down But the roots run too damn deep Like it’s story, won’t let go A hundred years ago three Men died They hung em from that tree The branches held them tall and proud For all the town to see Three Indian men with innocent blood Only guilty for their pride Their women cursed that tree Like their spirit, it’ll never die. High on Hangmen Hill When the night falls it brings a chill Sometimes you can hear em still When the wind blows, the Widows cry High on Hangmen Hill High on Hangmen Hill When the night falls it brings a chill Sometimes you can hear em still When the wind blows, the Widows cry High on Hangmen Hill The folks that own that land have tied To pull that old tree down But the roots run too damn deep Like it’s story, it wont let go