Slaid Cleaves - Twistin' lyrics

Years ago on an April day A crowd gathered from miles around Over a thousand, I heard one say All around me on the square in town Ladies dressed up in their best Kids ran around and played They all come to see me I guessed Me and the sheriff and a man in chains The Reverend Sam began a prayer To the women, the men, the boys and girls "We are graveyard sons and daughters Pa**ing through an unfriendly world" A few last words and down he goes Teeth bared in an awful grin A cheer rises up from the crowd As I hold him, twistin in the wind Men held up their babies to see Reporters jotted down a tale Hawkers brought out lemonade And the ladies headed for the hangin' day sale From time to time these folks would come And all but one would walk away I'd shudder as the rope snapped tight But I got used to hanging day Now they don't gather round no more Though I'm tall and stouter still Now they do it all behind closed doors They say it's a better way to k** The Reverend Sam began a prayer To the women, the men, the boys and girls "We are graveyard sons and daughters Pa**ing through an unfriendly world" A few last words and down he goes Teeth bared in an awful grin A cheer rises up from the crowd As I hold him, twistin in the wind One more poor boy dead and gone Twistin in the wind