Three Men Hunting Lyrics

Get on with it
Put off the fuss, you chickenshit
Get on with it
Can't you see it's time to quit?

I seen three men hanging from a sycamore
Thier bodies were stiff as a two by four
And their heads were tilted down towards the ground

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That thier bodies turned cold hangin in the air
They mighta froze before that noose got to them

Old scratch has dealt us a dirty hand
He had the look of a saint but the greed of a man
and his face was worn and wrinkled like a leather book

And if I put this revolver to my head
Will God turn against me instead
of taking pity on a broken man?