Hangin' Ground

I'm on my hanging ground.
I'm on my hanging ground.
I've travelled this wide world around.
Now I guess he's gonna hang around.

There's a man glad to see me go.
There's a man glad to see me go.
Another says he loves me so
that he'll follow.
But I don't know where I'll go.

Was my last dollar I'd played.
I pulled my gun when he pulled a straight.
I laid him in his cold, cold grave.
I laid him in his lonley grave.

Guns they don't tell no lies.
Guns they don't tell no lies.
I can't help but cry.
'Cause I'm bound to die.
And I'm on my hanging ground.

I almost got away,
hopped on a West bound train
to where no one knew my name.
Sherriff got me anyway.
Now I'm on my hanging ground.

I'm on my hanging ground.
I'm on my hanging ground.
I've travelled this wide world 'round.
Now I guess I'm gonna hang around.