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 --- Twenty Years - Dwight Yoakam