Twenty Years - Dwight Yoakam

    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'll shoot you
    Not long will you be a free man

    Chorus:
    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

    (Repeat Chorus)

    Listen well, all you young rounders
    Head the lesson poor old Henry never learned
    That even hell with all its fiery power
    Hath no fury like a woman's scorn

    (Repeat Chorus)

    Yeah the lie she swore in that district court
    Has proved to be the ruin of you

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