The Hangmans Son

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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