The Hanging Tree
Marty Robbins

I came to town to search for gold
And I brought with me a memory
And I seemed to hear the night winds cry
Go hang your dreams on the hanging tree
Your dreams of love that will never be
Hang your faded dreams on the hanging tree.

I searched for gold, and I found my gold
And I found a girl who loved just me




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