Well that judge he found me guilty of wrong doing
And he sentenced me to hang in mid-July
He looked down at me and said your life?s a ruin
If I were you I'd break right down and cry
But nobody seems to care that I ain't guilty
I never did the things they said I've done
But I guess they're gonna have to hang somebody
And it's lookin like I'm gonna be the one
So send my body home on a freight train
And don't worry none that I don't go first class
Send my body home on a freight train
So everyone can see me when I pass
And don't worry none about no fancy funeral
Cause it don?t matter how they lay me down
Just see they bury me out by mama's apple tree
And send my body back to my home town
Well, my mama was one damn hard workin woman
