Album: Firefly (1977)

The Hanging Tree

Crush into the arms of Satan
Reaching for the hands of God
I'm robbing ev'ry mind of wisdom
Running so he won't get caught
He's out the law by majority
In branded all his live
And some say that he's a sinner man
As he rides from day to night

He's a bad man so they say
Livin' for his life and livin' free
Running swift and secretly
So we'll miss the hanging tree
Wounded spirits on the wind
Ridin' to his dream and destiny

He's locking up the wall of posters
Calling for his friends to see
Laughin' loud as he rides away
Kicking up the dust with speed
Time hunts him down the pathway
And freedom is the horse he rides
Glory is the dream he's after
And fortune is his hearts delight