Hang me, oh hang me So I'll be dead and gone I wouldn't mind your hang boys, I've been waiting 'round here too long Waiting 'round here too long My papa was a gambler He taught me how to play He said, "Son, don't you go a baggin' when you hold the ace and trey" "When you hold the ace and trey" They took me down to old Fort Smith Sick as I could be And they handed me a letter saying "Son, come home to me" "Son, come home to me" Hang me, oh hang me So I'll be dead and gone I wouldn't mind your hang boys, I've been waiting 'round here too long I've been waiting 'round here too long My father and mother Little sister makes three They all came to the gallows, to see the death of me To see the death of me They put a rope around my neck And drew me way up high I could hear the crowd singing, "It won't be long til he dies" "It won't be long til he dies" Hang me, oh hang me So I'll be dead and gone I wouldn't mind your hang boys, I've been waiting 'round here too long I've been waiting 'round here too long Hang me, oh hang me So I'll be dead and gone I wouldn't mind your hang boys, I've been waiting 'round here too long I've been waiting 'round here too long Hang me, oh hang me So I'll be dead and gone I wouldn't mind your hang boys, I've been waiting' 'round here too long I've been waiting' 'round here too long (x3)