but I'm not the man
he goes free
as the candle vigil glows
as they burn my clothes
as the crowd cries, "hang him slow!"
and I feel my blood go cold...
he goes free
call out the KKK, they're wild after me
and with that frenzied look of half-demented zeal
they'd love to serve me up my final meal
who'll read my final rite
and hear my last appeal
who struck this devil's deal?
