Story The Lord Loves a Hangin'

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C'mon everbody! Let's have a hoedown!



Oh, Lord loves a hangin'.



That's why He gave us necks.



It tightens up our vocal cords



And loosens up our pecs.



So if you are a horse theif



And guilty to the bone,



Go ahead and blame a friend



And you won't hang alone.



It may be hard to swaller,



But you'll be three feet taller.



It's a dandy way to entertain your friends.



You say you are a villain,



But can't abide by killin';



Go ahead a steal yourself a horse.



Oh, Lord loves a hangin'.



And so do we, by heck;



So get yerself a lasso



And decorate your neck.



Oh, we is awful ignorant



And uglier 'n sin;



So go ahead 'n cut us down



And hang us all again,



Hangin' that is. Swing a spell...