Twenty Years

                                  Hey look yonder, Henry, comes the sheriff

And he's carrying a warrant in his hand

Don't you run, poor old Henry, for he will shoot you

Not long will you be a free man



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 she'd make you pay



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 woman's scorn



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