Twistin'-Slaid Cleaves

[ti:Twistin'] [ar:Slaid Cleaves] [al:Everything You Love Will Be Taken Away] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.57]Twistin' - Slaid Cleaves [00:01.34]Written by：Blakely/Cleaves [00:02.10] [00:13.21]Years ago on an april day [00:16.49] [00:19.33]A crowd gathered from miles around [00:23.03] [00:25.78]Over a thousand I heard one say [00:29.38] [00:32.10]All around me on the square in town [00:36.18] [00:38.28]Ladies dressed up in their best [00:41.95] [00:44.26]Kids ran around and played [00:47.59] [00:50.57]They all come to see me I guessed [00:53.90] [00:56.72]Me and the sheriff and a man in chains [01:00.78] [01:03.13]The reverend sam began a prayer [01:06.53] [01:09.23]To the women the men the boys and girls [01:13.29] [01:15.33]We are graveyard sons and daughters [01:20.56] [01:22.04]Passing through an unfriendly world [01:27.26] [01:28.55]A few last words and down he goes [01:31.72] [01:34.91]Teeth bared in an awful grin [01:38.54] [01:41.14]A cheer rises up from the crowd [01:44.87] [01:47.12]As I hold him twisting in the wind [01:50.79] [01:57.19]Men held up their babies to see [02:00.53] [02:03.54]Reporters jotted down a tale [02:07.26] [02:09.90]Hawkers brought out lemonade [02:12.93] [02:15.93]And the ladies headed for the hangin' day sale [02:20.45] [02:22.55]From time to time these folks would come [02:25.98] [02:29.09]And all but one would walk away [02:32.30] [02:35.06]I'd shudder as the rope snapped tight [02:38.96] [02:41.62]But I got used to hanging day [02:45.28] [02:48.29]Now they don't gather round no more [02:51.76] [02:54.74]Though I'm tall and stouter still [02:58.00] [03:01.17]Now they do it all behind closed doors [03:05.12] [03:07.40]They say it's a better way to kill [03:10.95] [03:13.58]The reverend sam began a prayer [03:17.30] [03:19.96]To the women the men the boys and girls [03:24.11] [03:26.26]'We are graveyard sons and daughters [03:31.05] [03:33.14]Passing through an unfriendly world' [03:37.93] [03:39.32]A few last words and down he goes [03:43.03] [03:46.06]Teeth bared in an awful grin [03:49.59] [03:52.25]A cheer rises up from the crowd [03:55.78] [03:58.30]As I hold him twisting in the wind [04:02.08] [04:05.23]One more poor boy dead and gone [04:08.52] [04:13.19]Twisting in the wind