Cypress Tree — текст песни (Black Crowes, The)

Written by: R. Robinson & C. Robinson

So you found yourself a killer
The one with blue eyes
I guess the bloodstains on the blanket don`t lie
Well I guess I saw it comin`
Like a boy I just kept runnin`
But through this crime I have survived

Chorus:
They`re gonna hang you from the cypress tree
The crowd gonna cheer when they see you swing
Yeah they`re gonna hang you from the cypress tree
Tell me now do you believe?

Glory Hallelujah
I raise my glass up to you
And I bow my head with utmost respect
But I think it`s only fair to warn you
That there`s a storm that`s coming up on you
And like the wind and the rain
My words are direct

Chorus

It`s a funny word `friends`
You get beginnings and you got ends
I guess I`ll see you when we`re ashes again