Tomb of Liegia

[Verse 1]
In 1969
I killed a man of mine
In a small Montana town
I was hunted down by hounds

[Chorus 1]
Hear the nighthawks cry
Their voices dry and hollow
Hear the crowd cheer
They cheer me to the gallows

[Verse 2]
In 1985
I was doing time alive
I made a plan to escape
And live as the lady of the lake

[Chorus 2]
Hear the crowd of ghosts
Their voices dry and hollow
Can't you hear their call
They cheer me to the gallows

[Verse 3]
1995
Was the year I came up for trial
I listened to his song
And watched the sun make the shadows long

[Chorus 3]
Hear the nighthawk cry
His voice is dry and hollow
Hear the crowd call
They cheer me to the gallows
Hear the nighthawk call
His voice is dry and hollow
Here the nighthawk call
In a voice that's hollow