Looked up at the hanging tree It looked back down at me Thought it might swallow me up I know where my fate lies Up towards the gray sky On the sturdiest branch of the bunch I may be a child By my eyes they glow wild When I catch just a trace of blood When the gunfighters yell And that gunpowder smell It hits me and I know I'm the one Mr. Gallows, Mr. Gallows Don't have no mercy on me Tighten the noose as I whistle a tune From the branch of the old hanging tree I think I was born bad My mama once said that I'd never make much of a man I'm a cold-blooded kid With a sinister grin And it's nice to know just what I am Mr. Gallows, Mr. Gallows Don't have no mercy on me Tighten the noose as I whistle a tune From the branch of the old hanging tree Mr. Gallows, Mr. Gallows Don't have no mercy on me Tighten the noose as I whistle a tune From the branch of the old hanging tree