Nebraska Songtext
von Heartworn

I saw her standing on her front lawn
Just twirling her baton
Me and her went for a ride, son
Ten innocent people died

From the town of Lincoln, Nebraska
With a sawed-off .410 on my lap
Through the badlands of Wyoming
I killed everything in my path

I can′t say that I am sorry
For the things that we done
But at least for a little while, son
Me and her, we had us some fun

Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh


The jury brought in a guilty verdict
And the judge, he sentenced me to death
Midnight in a prison storeroom
With leather straps across my chest

Sheriff, when the man pulls that switch, sir
And snaps my poor neck back
You make sure my pretty baby
Is sitting right there on my lap

They declared me unfit to live
Said, "Into that crate, boy, my soul be hurled"
Wanted to know why I did what I did
I guess there's just a meaning in this world

Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh