The Singing Scoutmaster: I Hung My Head

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CEarly one morning with Ftime to kill

I Amborrowed Jebb's rifle and Fsat on the hill

I Csaw a lone rider Fcrossing the plain

I Amdrew a bead on him to Fpractice my aim

DmMy brother's rifle went Goff in my hand

A Gshot rang out a-Ccross the land

The Fhorse, he kept running, the Amrider was dead

I Chung my head, I Fhung my head

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CI set off running to Fwake from the dream

AmMy brother's rifle went Finto the sheen

CI kept on running Finto the south lands

AmThat's where they found me, my Fhead in my hands

The Dmsheriff he asked me Gwhy had I run

And Gthen it came to me just Cwhat I had done

And Fall for no reason, just Amone piece of lead

I Chung my head, I Fhung my head

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CHere in the courthouse, the Fwhole town was there

AmI see the judge high Fup in his chair

Ex-Cplain to the courtroom what Fwent through your mind

And Amwe'll ask the jury what Fverdict they find

DmI felt the power of Gdeath over life

I Gorphaned his children, I Cwidowed his wife

I Fbeg their forgiveness, I Amwish I was dead

I Chung my head, I Fhung my head

I Chung my head, I Fhung my head

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CEarly one morning with Ftime to kill

AmI see the gallows Fup on the hill

And Cout in the distance, a Ftrick of the brain

I Amsee a lone rider Fcrossing the plain

And Dmhe's come to fetch me to Gsee what they done

And Gwe'll ride together 'Til Ckingdom come

I Fpray for God's mercy for Amsoon I'll be dead

I Chung my head, I Fhung my head

I Chung my head, I Fhung my head

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