Текст песни
See where the gallows stand, Joe Bean
See where the gallows stand
Twenty short years from the day you was born
You died by the hangman's hand
They're hanging Joe Bean in the morning
For a shooting he never did
He killed twenty men by the time he was ten
He was an unruly kid
But they're hanging Joe Bean for the one shooting
That he never did
Peep through the prison bars, Joe Bean
See where the gallows stand
Twenty short years from the day you was born
You died by the hangman's hand
Your ma's in Capitol City
Asking Governor Sims for a stay
It's real hard for her 'cause she knows where you were
On that particular day
You was workin', Joe Bean, hard-workin', Joe Bean
Robbing the Santa Fe
Climb up the gallows steps, Joe Bean
Climb to the end of hope
Twenty short years from the day you was born
You danced on the hangman's rope
That telegraph line is a-hummin'
Hear the governor's words coming through
"I can't set you free, that's not up to me
But this much, Joe Bean, I will do
I'll join your mother in extending
Birthday greetings to you
"Happy birthday, Joe Bean
Happy birthday, Joe Bean
Happy birthday, dear Joe
Happy birthday to you"