It was cold late November,
The witching hour near.
The wind howled through the gallows tree,
No one shed a tear.
I felt the rope around my neck,
A man the world forgot.
I knew right then what I had to do,
So I said goodbye to god.
I slept in Transylvania,
Walked with the undead.
I rode the night with Jesse James
Reveled in my sins.
I hung with no signs of life,
Yet I still lived.
To hell with dying with regrets,
The grave, it don't forgive.
Look to the West,
Cross my heart and die.
Remember who I am, oh lord,
When they hang me high.
There's only one chance in this life,
To do or die is all.
A thousand ways that I might go,
One's just as good as them all.
I dredged up my heartbeat,
I stole one more breath,
I cut the rope around my throat,
Now I cheated death.
Look to the West,
Cross my heart and die.
Remember who I am, oh lord,
When they hang me high.
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