You wake up to the churchbell tolls
Up on boot hill they're diggin' holes
Law and order has got you at last
Hard times comin and they comin' fast

Law and order has put you here
And now you're crying in despair
The churchbell rings its hangin' day
Hard times comin its time to pay

No more shall you be free
They'll send you to the eternity
All your crimes you now must pay
Hard times for you on hangin' day

Beyond the bars the sun comes up
They're 'bout to hang you at eight o'clock
Someone ask you 'bout your last meal
You beg for mercy and begin to kneel

Law and order has judge you well
Lots of tears in a damp cold cell
Your four best friends will hang there too
Ain't no silver ain't no gold for you


Well we know
Your childhood was cruel and sad
You were beaten and treated bad
You'll soon be hangin' on the square
There must be some way out of here

There must be some kind of a way out of here