In 1969

I Killed A Man Of Mine

In His Small Mind To The Town

I Was Hunted Down By Hounds

Hear The Nighthawks Cry

The Voices Try And Hollow

Hear The Crowd Cheer

They Cheer Me To The Gallow



In 1985

I Was Doing Time Alright

I Made A Plan To Escape

And Then As The Lady Of The Late

Hear The Crowd It Goes

Their Voices Try And Hollow

Cant You Hear Them Call

They Cheer Me To The Gallow



1995

Was The Year I Came Out For Child?

I Listened To His Song

And Watch The Sun Make The Shadows Long

Hear The Nighthawk Call

His Voices Try And Hollow

Hear The Crowd Call

They Cheer Me To The Gallow

Hear The Nighthawk Call

His Voices Try And Hollow

Hear The Nighthawk Call

In A Voice Thats Hollow