There are stairs,
scarce been used--
the smell of wood,
straight cut and new--
all of it built
quite recently, for you.
Didn't I tell you, baby,
I'd get you before a preacher one day?
Didn't I tell you, Lonesome,
that I'd find the words to make you stay?
I saw it all,
can't prove I lied--
in the case of those
who've lately died.
A ring means an unbroken circle,
a rope means a broken neck--
I knew one day I'd make you fall,
and dance, and turn--
first east, then west.
Izy at Real Toads says take her to an exotic location where you'd never want to go. All right. I think a gallows is fairly exotic and I certainly never want to end up there.
The title is taken from a traditional song of the same name. It goes, in part:
I never will believe what one man says
though his eyes be blue or brown--
unless he's swingin' from a scaffold high,
sayin', darlin' I can't come down.