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       Chorus:    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       Chorus       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       Chorus