Twistin' Slaid Cleaves
Slaid Cleaves - Twistin'
[D]Years ago on an April [G]day
A [A]crowd gathered from miles [D]around
Over a thousand, I heard one [G]say
All [A]around me on the square in [D]town
Ladies dressed up in their best
Kids ran around and played
They all come to see me I guessed
Me and the sheriff and a man in chains
[G]The Reverend Sam began a pr[D]ayer
[G]To the women, the men, the boys and [D]girls
[G]"We are graveyard sons and [D]daughters
P[Bm]assing through an unfriendly [A]world"
A few last words and down he goes
Teeth bared in an awful grin
A cheer rises up from the crowd
As I hold him, twistin in the wind
Men held up their babies to see
Reporters jotted down a tale
Hawkers brought out lemonade
And the ladies headed for the hangin' day sale
And all but one would walk away
I'd shudder as the rope snapped tight
But I got used to hanging day
Now they don't gather round no more
Though I'm tall and stouter still
Now they do it all behind closed doors
They say it's a better way to kill
The Reverend Sam began a prayer
To the women, the men, the boys and girls
"We are graveyard sons and daughters
Passing through an unfriendly world"
A few last words and down he goes
Teeth bared in an awful grin
A cheer rises up from the crowd
As I hold him, twistin in the wind
One more poor boy dead and gone
Twistin in the wind
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