Hangman Owes Me Money

They built the gallows tall and proud, Rope swinging slow above the crowd. Sheriff smiled like it was done — Said, “Boy, your running days are gone.”

Boots kicked dust beneath my feet, Preacher whispering soft and sweet. But the knot slipped loose that day, And I walked away.

Crowd went quiet. Sky turned gray. Some debts don’t die — They just wait.

Hangman owes me money. Owes me time and breath. He tried to take what wasn’t his — Now he’s in my debt. You don’t miss and call it fate, You don’t fail and walk away. Hangman owes me money — And I always collect.

He won applause for every neck, Built his legend on regret. Counted coins from dying men, Thought he’d never see me again.

Now I see him in the street, Sweat running thin and weak. He don’t speak when I pass by — Just looks at the sky.

You can’t hang what won’t break. You can’t kill what won’t stay.

Hangman owes me money. Interest running high. Tried to send me underground — But I don’t comply. You don’t gamble with a life And think it’s just a game. Hangman owes me money — And I know his name.

Tick of a boot. Crease of a glove. No anger left — Just business to be done.

Hangman owes me money. Owes me every breath. He can keep his wooden tower — I’ll collect the rest. You don’t miss a killing blow And live without regret. Hangman owes me money…

And I ain’t paid him yet.

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