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26 They brought him home to the gallows, They brought him back to the jail,
He started looking around over the people, To see 'em for the last, last time.
27 They brought his coffin. The day he come to die. And he told the sheriff,
"That's the last thing Pm going to lay down.57
28 Then the priest told Batson, "Black box takes you down," Says, "Here comes your black box, You'll never rise again."
29 They put a black bonnet above his head, They put a rope right on his neck, They put handcuffs on his hands,
Balls and chains on his foot.
30 The people begin to cry, "Umm-mm-mm, Um-mmmm-mmmm,
Poor Batson he is dead and gone."
31 The clear blood run out of his eyes, Nobody they couldn't see his face,
Had a tongue stuck out out of his mouth Six inches long.
32 A rubber-tired buggy, Decorated horse,
You know they brought Batson to the graveyard, Says, they brought his family back.
33 His wife walked up to the grave, Fell down on her knees,
Says, "Lord, have mercy," Says, "Batson, are you gone?"
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