Hang Me Oh Hang Me

Attraes Evil is powerless if the good are unafraid It had been nearly a week since Attraes had arrived in this strange world. While there was still so much alien to him, there were other comforts that reminded him of home. The first and most important being, music. Music transcended all barriers and portals and offered a universal connection. It was this knowledge that allowed The Bard to accustome himself to his new neighbors rather seamlessly. On this particularly sunny afternoon, sitting on a stool in the active streets of the residential district, Attraes perched himself. Guitar cradled in his arms as he strummed gently, expertly weaving his fingers through the strings. Hang me, oh hand me I'll be dead and gone Hang me, oh hang me I'll be dead and gone Wouldn't mind the hanging But the layin' in a grave so long, poor boy I been all around this world I been all 'round cape Gigardeau Parts of Misthalyn All around cape Giradeau Parts of Misthalyn Got so gods damn hungry I could hide behind a straw, poor boy I been all around this world Went up on a mountain There i made my stand Went up on a mountain There i made my stand Crossbow on my shoulder And a dagger in my hand, poor boy I been all around this world So hang me, oh hang me I'll be dead and gone Hang me, oh hang me And i'll be dead and gone I wouldn't mind the hanging But the layin' in a grave so long, poor boy I been all around this world Put the rope around my neck And hung me up so high Put the rope around my neck Hung me up so high Last words i heard 'em say Won't be long now for you die, poor boy I been all around this world So hang me, oh hang men I'll be dead and gone Hang me, oh hang me I'll be dead and gone I wouldn't mind the hanging But the layin' in a grave, poor boy I been all around this world The somber tune flowed effortlessly through the smooth tones of his voice. Eyes closed as he felt his way through every note. Melita