If They Hang You

In the early days I would say

Tell me about the girl who used to live across the way

Out on a drunk

Down in the bay

No idea you'd ever live as long as you did

She lay on your bed cold in your arms

Wishing she could be somewhere else

Maybe that same night I would say

So you're stubborn about the girls

Footsteps on the stairs late in the morning

Behind the blinds that shun the noon day light

Staring at the page burnin' midnight oil

If they hang you I'll have a few sleepless nights

At the witch-trial you would not reveal

The names of comrades that you never knew

Bad diseases

Kill or cure

always like a man who says what's on his mind