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Hanging Town There is a place in the old cow town. Where men were hung there bound. No trial, they were sentenced to die. No hangman's guilt or judge inside. In those years justice was very swift. The guilty paid for what they had done. Bounty hunters would track them down. Dead or alive staying within the law. They earned a living by use of guns. The stakes ran high for the right ones. They hung from a platform in the town. Soon as the judge found them guilty. BY: Kings
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