Momma she called him a traitor
When the sherriff brought the news
To her he'd been a pride and joy
Others had seen through the ruse
At four in the morning
The marksman gives the warning
The word is they're goin' through
They'll lay him in the ground
As the sun goes down
In the graveyard away from view
They put him in the jailhouse
For forty-nine days
And as his last grace rang out
Pig looked him in the eye, said
'Look here boy, come sunrise
You're gonna fry.'
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They sent the preacher to see him
In the hope he could save him from Hell
The words he spoke were golden
But down below suits him quite well
Chorus
The order went through
To let the guy fry
No word of a pardon was found
And it's a very sorry sight
To see a sinner find the Light
When his body is cold clay bound
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