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He stumbles out onto an open field
Where an old oak tree grows
In the branches hang men of three
Dressed in preacher robes
His knees refuse to carry him on
Terror shines in his eyes
His faith in Christ is almost gone
His god has left him to die
Below the dead he says his prayers
To the god he thought was alive
When he hears a calm voice say:
"Shut him up and hang him high"
Where an old oak tree grows
In the branches hang men of three
Dressed in preacher robes
His knees refuse to carry him on
Terror shines in his eyes
His faith in Christ is almost gone
His god has left him to die
Below the dead he says his prayers
To the god he thought was alive
When he hears a calm voice say:
"Shut him up and hang him high"
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