Nebraska

I saw her standing on her front lawn just twirling her baton
Me and her went for a ride, sir, and ten innocent people died
From the town of Lincoln, Nebraska, with a sawed-off .410 on my lap
Through to the badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my path
Can't say I’m sorry for the things that we done
At least for a little while, sir, me and her we had some fun
Now the jury brought in a guilty verdict, and the judge sentenced me to death
Midnight in a prison storeroom with leather straps across my chest
Shеriff, when the man pulls that switch, sir, and snaps my poor head back
Makе sure my pretty baby is sittin' right there, right there on my lap