The Gallows Last Glance (Stadium Rock Live)

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Oh, the gallows call, the end’s in sight, A noose for a crime that ain’t my fight, I’ll hang for sins I’ve owned, it’s true, But not for the blood they claim I drew.

The preacher prays, the hangman waits, A lifetime led to these iron gates, I’ve robbed and rode through the devil’s land, Death’s an old friend shakin’ my hand.
But this one sin, it don’t belong, A cattle king dead, the tale’s all wrong, Framed by fate in a baron’s strife, Now I’ll swing before his widow’s life.

Oh, the gallows call, the end’s in sight, A noose for a crime that ain’t my fight, I’ll hang for sins I’ve owned, it’s true, But not for the blood they claim I drew.

They offer the hood, I shake my head, “No blind for me, I’ll face the dead,” Through the crowd, her eyes I find, The baron’s wife, our hearts entwined.
A love forbidden, a secret kept, In her tears, my soul has crept, One last gaze ‘fore the trapdoor falls, Her silent cry, the loudest of calls.

The rope bites tight, the wind holds still, A town’s revenge on a lie they will, I stole their gold, I broke their law, But the baron’s end, I never saw.
Her lips tremble, the world fades slow, A lover’s truth they’ll never know, The lever pulls, the crowd cheers loud, I die unmasked, defiant, proud.

Oh, the gallows call, the end’s in sight, A noose for a crime that ain’t my fight, I’ll hang for sins I’ve owned, it’s true, But not for the blood they claim I drew.

So sing my tale when the west winds sigh, Of a condemned man who wouldn’t lie, No hood to hide, I met her stare, An outlaw’s love in the hangman’s glare.

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The sun burns low on a dusty morn, A crowd gathers ‘round, their whispers torn, As I walk to my fate with a steady stride, Bound for the rope where the guilty die. They say I gunned the baron down, Left him cold on the edge of town, But the truth’s a shadow none can see, A murder pinned, on a man like me.  Oh, the gallows call, the end’s in sight, A noose for a crime that ain’t my fight, I’ll hang for sins I’ve owned, it’s true, But not for the blood they claim I drew.  The preacher prays, the hangman waits, A lifetime led to these iron gates, I’ve robbed and rode through the devil’s land, Death’s an old friend shakin’ my hand. But this one sin, it don’t belong, A cattle king dead, the tale’s all wrong, Framed by fate in a baron’s strife, Now I’ll swing before his widow’s life.  Oh, the gallows call, the end’s in sight, A noose for a crime that ain’t my fight, I’ll hang for sins I’ve owned, it’s true, But not for the blood they claim I drew.  They offer the hood, I shake my head, “No blind for me, I’ll face the dead,” Through the crowd, her eyes I find, The baron’s wife, our hearts entwined. A love forbidden, a secret kept, In her tears, my soul has crept, One last gaze ‘fore the trapdoor falls, Her silent cry, the loudest of calls.  The rope bites tight, the wind holds still, A town’s revenge on a lie they will, I stole their gold, I broke their law, But the baron’s end, I never saw. Her lips tremble, the world fades slow, A lover’s truth they’ll never know, The lever pulls, the crowd cheers loud, I die unmasked, defiant, proud.  Oh, the gallows call, the end’s in sight, A noose for a crime that ain’t my fight, I’ll hang for sins I’ve owned, it’s true, But not for the blood they claim I drew.  So sing my tale when the west winds sigh, Of a condemned man who wouldn’t lie, No hood to hide, I met her stare, An outlaw’s love in the hangman’s glare.

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