I saw her standin'
on her front lawn
Just a-twirlin' her baton
Me and her went
for a ride, sir
And ten innocent
people died
From the town of
Lincoln, Nebraska
With a sawed-off
.410 on my lap
Through to the badlands
of Wyoming
I killed everything
in my path
I can't say
that I'm sorry
For the things
that we done
At least for a
little while, sir
Me and her we had
us some fun
The jury brought
in a guilty verdict
And the judge,
he sentenced me
to death
Midnight in prision
storeroom
With leather straps
across my chest
Sheriff, when
the man pulls
That switch, sir,
and snaps my poor
neck back
You make sure
my pretty baby
Is sittin' right
there on my lap
They declared
me unfit to live
Said into that great void
my soul'd be hurled
They wanted to know
why I did what I did
Sir, I guess there's
just a meanness
in this world