Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while
Think I see my friends coming
Riding a many mile
Friends did you get some silver?
Did you get a little gold?
What did you bring me my dear friends
To keep me from the gallows pole?
What did you bring me to keep me from the gallows pole?
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you're mine, I walk the line
Is that your criteria for accepting a truth? You saw it firsthand or it didn't happen?
Please. That conspiracy BS has been debunked so many times and in so many different ways.
Danger
I've been told to expect it
I begin my descent
Down the cold granite steps
And who could have turned among those I confide in?
I think that I know what I haven't known yet
still might run in silence,
tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
I guess there's just one thing a-left for me to do
Gonna pack my bags and move on my way
'Cause I got a worried mind sharin' what I thought was mine
Gonna leave her where the guitars play
I think describing a coach as a "retread" is old, unimaginative, and uninspiring. The term has too much mileage on it; I wouldn't use it to steer a discussion.
Even Eve in Eden
Voices tried deceivin'
With lies to show the lady the way
At first she stopped and turned
And tried to walk away
Man, he was believer
Lady was deceiver
So the story goes, but you see
The snake was he and she just climbed right up his tree
I was in the kitchen
Seamus, that’s the dog, was outside
Well, I was in the kitchen
Seamus, my old hound, was outside
Well you know, the sun was sinking slowly
But my old hound dog sat right down and cried