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It was two summers ago when Bobby came to Youngstown And I believe he was only 25 years old But he longed for the right to speak his mind So he left those big city lights behind All he wanted was land to let his life unfold So he sang . . . Good Lord, pull me under Sweet Jesus, lay me down All I want is a life Can it be in Youngstown? Now the autumn was near, and leaves fell all around him So he'd harvest the land and reap all of its yield With a smile on his face, he looked out on his country For he knew not what lay right on the edge of his field The body of a young boy was found on Bobby's land The townspeople only saw it must have came from Bobby's hand He said "This can't happen to me, I've done nothing wrong!" And as they carried him away, he still sang his song Sunday afternoon they hung Bobby in the rain There was no jury, there was no trial Then a man in Wood County confessed to the crime It wasn't Bobby all the while Songtexte Well the reason I tell you my story While my thoughts aren't far away Because I was a man who judged another man And I was the man who tied the rope On that day Aus Songtexte Mania