text: I saw her standing on her front lawn just twirling her baton
  Me and her went for a ride, sir, and ten innocent people died
  From the town of Lincoln, Nebraska, with a sawed-off .410 on my lap
  Through to the badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my path
  I cant say that Im sorry for the things that we done
  At least for a little while, sir, me and her we had us some fun
  The jury brought in a guilty verdict and the judge he sentenced me to death
  Midnight in a prison storeroom with leather straps across my chest
  Sheriff, when the man pulls that switch, sir, and snaps my poor head back
  You make sure my pretty baby is sittin right there on my lap
  They declared me unfit to live, said into that great void my sould be hurled
  They wanted to know why I did what I did
  Well, sir, I guess theres just a meanness in this world