Текст песни Blues Saraceno — Hangin' Tree

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Glory be, glory be
They hung him from the hanging tree
Strung him up for all to see
They done sent that sinner back home
Glory be, glory be
They hung him from the hanging tree
Strung him up for all to see
They done sent that sinner back home
They done sent that sinner back home
There's a storm a'comin
It's riding down on me
There's a change a'yonder
Can't ya see, can't ya see
Let the Lord call home another
Praise the Lord, don't come for me
Glory be, glory be
They hung him from the hanging tree
Strung him up for all to see
They done sent that sinner back home
There's a storm a'comin
It's riding down on me
There's a change a'yonder
Can't ya see, can't ya see
Let the Lord call home another
Praise the Lord, don't come for me

Glory be, glory be
They hung him from the hanging tree
Strung him up for all to see
They done sent that sinner back home
Glory be, glory be
They hung him from the hanging tree
Strung him up for all to see
They done sent that sinner back home
There's a storm a'comin
It's riding down on me
There's a change a'yonder
Can't ya see, can't ya see
Let the Lord call home another
Praise the Lord, don't come for me

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