I saw her stangin' on her front lawn. Just twirlin' her baton. Me and her went for a ride sir. And ten innocent people died. From the town of Lincoln Nebraska. Aith a sawed-off .410 on my lap. Through to the badlands of Wyoming. I killed everything in my path. I can't say that I'm sorry. For the things that we done. At least for a little while sir. Me and her we had us some fun. The jury brought in a guilty verdict. And the judge he sentenced me to death. Midnight in prision 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 sittin' right there on my lap. They declared me unfit to live. Said into that great void my soul'd be hurled. They wanted to know why I did what I did. Well sir I guess there's just a meanness in this world.