"Jericho" as written by and Kelly Joe Phelps....

Boot leather on a barroom floor, fightin' over a dance hall girl

He pulled a knife, I pulled a gun, and I sent him home to glory

The sheriff said son, better go with me

Give me your gun and come peacefully

I can drop you right here, or you can tell the court your story


Hang me high, hang me low

They're gonna hang me in the morning

Stay away from Jericho, all you rounders,

I give you fair warning

Entered my plea, called it self defense,

a sober judge sittin' on the bench

And I stared into 24 eyes of a hard-nosed Jericho jury

They called it murder in the first degree,

The judge said, son, stand and look at me

Hang him - and may the lord have mercy


Thirteen steps to the scaffold high,

the whole town's out just to watch me die

And not one to shed a tear of mourning

Please would you honor my last request,

when they lay me down to rest

Let the epitaph on my tombstone read this warning


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