YOUNG DONOHUE --Skip Johnson 1. We all liked young Donahue, Except the man he shot. Now we’re his judge and jury, ’Cause a lawyer he ain’t got. He says, "I know it’s murder, And I ain’t blamin’ you. Let me shake hands all around, Then do what you must do." 2. His guilt is red as crimson, We know he’s gotta die. But no one wants to do the deed, Or look him in the eye. We’ve laughed and joked together, He’s helped out me and you; But a man is lifeless on the trail, And we’ve got Donohue. REFRAIN: Donohue… Donohue… You got us… we’ve got you… What the hell… Are we gonna do… …Heaven help us, we got Donohue. 3. It was just a moment’s anger But it’s left us sore perplexed. So Donohue is guilty, But what do we do next? We’ll load three guns with bits of rag, And three with balls of lead; No one knows which gun will kill— But Donohue is dead. 4. We’ll bury them together, The victim and the cause. And pray to God that we’ve done right, And kept up heaven’s laws. ‘Cause we all liked young Donahue, Except the man he shot. And we’re his judge and jury, ’Cause a lawyer he ain’t got. REFRAIN: Donohue… Donohue… You got us… we’ve got you… What the hell… Are we gonna do… …Heaven help us, we got Donohue. TAG: …Heaven help us, we got Donohue. c2002 Skip Johnson