Songtext von Hang 'em High

Somewhere, he lost it in a turn Now trouble seems to fit him like a glove First come, first served, he's serving it back He travels light, without a pack, without love He comes from nowhere An' he turns on his own Late for the hanging Yes, he's headed for the Moon An' hang 'em high Leather 'cross his thigh Blasting out the night His cap hides his eyes One eye on the road Price upon his head One ear to the ground He's listening to the dead He comes from nowhere An' he turns on his own Late for the hanging Yes, he's headed for the Moon An' hang 'em high Blind to himself An' he's laughing up his scheme Looking back in anger The city is relieved Vision of light Child of the night passing by Blind to himself An' he's laughing up his scheme Looking back in anger The city is relieved Vision of light Child of the night passing by Leather 'cross his thigh Blasting out the night His cap hides his eyes One eye on the road Price upon his head One ear to the ground He's listening to the dead He comes from nowhere An' he turns on his own Late for the hanging Yes, he's headed for the Moon An' hang 'em high