In 1969   i killed a man of mine   in his Montana town   i was hunted down by hounds   hear the nighthawks cry   their voices dry and hollow   hear the crowd cheer   they cheer me to the gallows      In 1985   i was doing time alive   i made a plan to escape   and then as the lady of the lake   hear the crowd of ghosts   their voices dry and hollow   can't you hear them call   they cheer me to the gallows      1995   was the year i came up for trial   i listened to his song   and watched the sun make the shadows long   hear the nighthawk call   his voice is dry and hollow   hear the crowd call   they cheer me to the gallows   hear the nighthawk call   his voice is dry and hollow   hear the nighthawk call   in a voice thats hollow