The Hanging Tree

THE HANGING TREE

Passing through the arms of Satan

Reaching for the hands of God

Robbing every mind for wisdom

Running so he won't get caught

He's outlawed by majority

Been branded all his life

Some say that he's a sinner man

As he rides from day to night

He's a bad man, so they say

Living for his love and living free

Riding swift and secretly

So he'll miss the hanging tree

Wounded spirit on the wind

Riding to his dream and destiny

He's laughing at the wanted posters

Calling for his friends to see

Laughing aloud as he rides away

Kicking up the dust with speed

Time hands him down a pathway

And freedom is a horse he rides

Glory is a dream he's after

And fortune is his heart's delight

Riding swift and secretly

So he'll miss the hanging tree

Wounded spirit on the wind

Riding to his dream and destiny