Call in the hangman,
We've a criminal to lynch
Holler for the Sheriff,
He's always helped us in a pinch
Someone find two horses,
And we'll tear him right apart
What wrongs did he commit, you say?
The bastard stole my heart.
Make him give it back
And maybe I'll forgive this time
Get his solemn promise he'll
Not re-commit this crime;
Have him brought before the crowd
To apologize to me.
And if he should refuse, by God,
I'll make him damned sorry.
Okay, now, I've got it back,
So you can let him leave
Give him one last lecture
On how wrong it is to thieve;
Watch him ride off on his horse
Across the dusty plains
Check my pocket for my heart -
Damn! He's taken it again!