Hangtown, sing the final song It's called the tree from which you hang, That's done no wrong Hangtown, the birds have not yet gone They're waiting around to see that you fly on The sorry cartboard cowboys Tried to run you out of town For trying to turn your dreams into a song The senate candle cowboys Tried to run you out of town They tried to turn your dreams into a song Hangtown, it's like you're on a bike With legs that kick and paddle toward the light Hangtown, you did the best you could Now forgive them all they know now what they do Forgive them all for they were once good too Forgive us all we know now what we do Hangtown