The Hangmans Son
TitanChord
Daddy taught me how to tie the knot
How to count to thirteen, how to plot
How to drop a man without a sound
How to keep the boots from touching ground
And the rope's got names that I remember
And the wood's got grain that I can read
And the men I watched go down in November
Still got faces in my head
The hangman's son, the hangman's son
Knows the rope by every name
Polishes the lever in the morning
Takes his seat before the shame
There was one I knew from second grade
Came up to me with a steady gaze
Daddy said the law's the law's the law
And I pulled the lever like I saw
And the rope's got names that I remember
And the wood's got grain that I can read
And the men I watched go down in November
Still got faces in my head
The hangman's son, the hangman's son
Knows the rope by every name
Polishes the lever in the morning
Takes his seat before the shame
Maybe a daddy is something passed down
Maybe a son is something he made
Maybe the rope is the thing that's true
Maybe the truth is the thing he obeyed
The hangman's son, the hangman's son
Knows the rope by every name
Polishes the lever in the morning
Takes his seat before the shame
Takes his seat before the shame
Timing is estimated — lines are spaced evenly across the track.
The Hangmans Son
By TitanChord · Gothic Outlaw Rock
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Lyrics
Daddy taught me how to tie the knot How to count to thirteen, how to plot How to drop a man without a sound How to keep the boots from touching ground
And the rope's got names that I remember And the wood's got grain that I can read And the men I watched go down in November Still got faces in my head
The hangman's son, the hangman's son Knows the rope by every name Polishes the lever in the morning Takes his seat before the shame
There was one I knew from second grade Came up to me with a steady gaze Daddy said the law's the law's the law And I pulled the lever like I saw
And the rope's got names that I remember And the wood's got grain that I can read And the men I watched go down in November Still got faces in my head
The hangman's son, the hangman's son Knows the rope by every name Polishes the lever in the morning Takes his seat before the shame
Maybe a daddy is something passed down Maybe a son is something he made Maybe the rope is the thing that's true Maybe the truth is the thing he obeyed
The hangman's son, the hangman's son Knows the rope by every name Polishes the lever in the morning Takes his seat before the shame Takes his seat before the shame
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Gothic Outlaw Rock, heavy blues-rock with gallows menace, deep command
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