Twenty Years — Dwight Yoakam

(d. yoakam)

Hey look yonder, henry, comes the sheriff

And hes carrying a warrant in his hand

Dont you run, poor old henry, for hell shoot you

Not long will you be a free man

Chorus

Now twenty years you must spend behind steel bars

For a crime that you did not do

Yeah the lie she swore in that district court

Has proved to be the ruin of you

Tried to warn you, henry, not to cross her

Tried to tell you about her vengeful ways

When you turned and left her for another

She swore, henry, that shed make you pay

Chorus

Now twenty years you must spend behind steel bars

For a crime that you did not do

Yeah the lie she swore in that district court

Has proved to be the ruin of you

Listen well, all you young rounders

Heed the lesson poor old henry never learned

That even hell with all its fiery power

Hath no fury like a womans scorn

Chorus

Now twenty years you must spend behind steel bars

For a crime that you did not do

Yeah the lie she swore in that district court

Has proved to be the ruin of you

Yeah the lie she swore in that district court

Has proved to be the ruin of you