[00:00.00] 作曲 : Blakely, Cleaves[00:13.78]Years ago on an April day[00:18.08]A crowd gathered from miles around[00:24.23]Over a thousand I heard one say[00:30.68]All around me on the square in town[00:36.69]Ladies dressed up in their best[00:42.94]Kids ran around and played[00:49.30]They all come to see me I guessed[00:55.61]Me and the sheriff and a man in chains[01:02.42]The Reverend Sam began a prayer[01:08.99]To the women, the men, the boys and girls[01:17.56]"We are graveyard sons and daughters[01:24.19]Passing through an unfriendly world"[01:30.86]A few last words and down he goes[01:36.64]Teeth bared in an awful grin[01:43.34]A cheer rises up from the crowd[01:50.80]As I hold him, twistin in the wind[01:57.34]Men held up their babies to see[02:07.20]Reporters jotted down a tale[02:13.15]Hawkers brought out lemonade[02:20.60]And the ladies headed for the hangin' day sale[02:27.38]From time to time these folks would come[02:33.70]And all but one would walk away[02:40.04]I'd shudder as the rope snapped tight[02:45.69]But I got used to hanging day[02:52.70]Now they don't gather round no more[02:59.21]Though I'm tall and stouter still[03:06.04]Now they do it all behind closed doors[03:12.39]They say it's a better way to kill[03:18.72]The Reverend Sam began a prayer[03:24.81]To the women, the men, the boys and girls[03:30.69]"We are graveyard sons and daughters[03:37.31]Passing through an unfriendly world"[03:44.09]A few last words and down he goes[03:50.65]Teeth bared in an awful grin[03:56.07]A cheer rises up from the crowd[04:02.88]As I hold him, twistin in the wind[04:15.25]One more poor boy dead and gone[04:23.20]Twistin in the wind[04:28.27]