Willie Brown Songtext
von Mack Self

The streets are deserted, not a soul in town
Down at the jail, a rope hangs down
Poor Willie Brown, poor Willie Brown

Hang down, Willie Brown, hang down and die!
Hang down, Willie Brown, why the one they cry, the one they cry
Hang down, Willie Brown, hang down and die!
Hang down, Willie Brown, why the one they cry, the one they cry

He rode into Denver one warm summer night
A clean cut kid who never had a fight
Who never had a fight


Hang down, Willie Brown, hang down and die!
Hang down, Willie Brown, why the one they cry, the one they cry
Hang down, Willie Brown, hang down and die!
Hang down, Willie Brown, why the one they cry, the one they cry

He got in trouble at the Big Rail Saloon
He shot and killed a man on the 25th of June
The 25th of June

Hang down, Willie Brown, hang down and die!
Hang down, Willie Brown, why the one they cry, the one they cry
Hang down, Willie Brown, hang down and die!
Hang down, Willie Brown, why the one they cry, the one they cry

Hang down, Willie Brown
Hang down, Willie Brown
Hang down, Willie Brown