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You dusty eyes were soft and glowin' when first I met you, Hannah Lee.
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There was no way for me a-knowin' the sorrow your sweet caress would bring to me.
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High, high, high is the gallows. (Yeah, and it's long) long as the rope that waits for me.
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High as the gallows. They'll hang me for your sins, my Hannah Lee.
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You shot and killed your cruel husband because you found you loved but me,
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And then you lied before the jury and they blamed for your sins, my Hanna Lee.
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Down at the jail on hangin' mornin', I heard you tell them you had lied.
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Your dusty eyes were soft and glowin' and I saw you hang your head and cry.
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High, high, high is the gallows. (Yeah, and it's long) long as the rope that waits for me.
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High as the gallows. When they hang my lovin' darlin', Hannah Lee. When they hang my lovin' darlin', Hannah Lee. (Repeat and fade out)
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HANNA LEE
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| Richard Mills/Stan Jones |
