Greetings:

Here's the version I learned in Greenwich Village, New York City, a long, long time ago.

Hang me, oh hang me, I'll be dead and gone,
Hang me, oh hang me, I'll be dead and gone,
I woudn't mind the hanging, just lying in the grave so long, poor boy,
I've been all around this world.

I've been to Cape Girardeau and parts of Arkansas,
I've been to Cape Girardeau and parts of Arkansas,
I got so God damn hungry I robbed a grocery store, poor boy,
I've been all around this world.

I ran up on the mountain and there I made my stand,
I ran up on the mountain and there I made my stand,
My rifle and my six gun, both blazing from my hand, poor boy,
I've been all around this world.

The judge he read the verdict, he said what got to be done,
The judge he read the verdict, he said what got to be done,
The judge said to the sheriff, "This poor white trash got to be hung, poor boy,"
I've been all around this world.

Put the rope around my neck and hang me up so high,
Put the rope around my neck and hang me up so high,
The last words you'll hear me say are "My six gun don't lie, poor boy,"
I've been all around this world.

Hang me, oh hang me, I'll be dead and gone,
Hang me, oh hang me, I'll be dead and gone,
I woudn't mind the hanging, just lying in the grave so so long, poor boy,
I've been all around this world.


Note: Cape Girardeau is a city in Missouri.

--- Steve