Jim, you're wrong! Песня в стиле кантри

Jim only drank whiskey, He didn&drink milk. He had a piebald horse and two black guns, The mare was so frisky, And her coat was like silk. Jim came into town just to make his wild runs. Jim, you&wrong! Jim, you&wrong Whiskey never, never, never made you strong. You&standing on a scaffold. And a crowd below is dazzled! - String him up!" they cry. "He&been wicked too long!" Jim approached the bank&vault, He took out the guns, Too drunk to aim — and he missed when he spun. It was your final assault, They caught you — no fun, And this time, dear Jim, you couldn’t run! Jim, you&wrong Jim, you&wrong Whiskey never, never, never made you strong. You&standing on a scaffold. And a crowd below is dazzled! - String him up!" they cry. "He&been wicked too long!" They tied you up, Jim, They took your guns and gold, Your mare stood alone, unsaddled and cold. It was a foolish whim, Though daring and bold, And now the judge gave you a medal of rope. Jim, you&wrong Jim, you&wrong Whiskey never, never, never made you strong. You&standing on a scaffold. And a crowd below is dazzled! - String him up!" they cry. "He&been wicked too long!" Jim, you&wrong Jim, you&wrong Whiskey never, never, never made you strong. You&standing on a scaffold. And a crowd below is dazzled! - String him up!" they cry. "He&been wicked too long!" Yee-haw