WILLIE BROWN
(Mack Self)
MACK SELF (PHILLIPS INTERNATIONAL 3548, 1959)

The streets are deserted, not a soul in town
Down at the jail, a rope hangs down
For Willie Brown, for Willie Brown

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Hang down Willie Brown, hang down and die
Hang down Willie Brown, why you're the one, they cry
You're the one, they cry
Hang down Willie Brown, hang down and die
Hang down Willie Brown, why you're the one, they cry
You're the one, they cry

He rode into Denver one warm summer night
A clean cut kid, who never had a fight
Who never had a fight

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He got in trouble at the Big Rail Saloon
He shot and killed a man on the 25th of June
The 25th of June

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