Hang 'em high
by Van Halen
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Somewhere, he lost it in a turn
Now trouble seems to fit him like a glove
First come, first served, he´s serving it back
He travels light, without a pack, without love
He comes from nowhere an´ he turns on his own
Late for the hanging, yes he´s headed for the moon
An´ hang ´em high
Leather ´cross his thighs
Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes
One eye on the road, price upon his head
One ear to the ground, he´s listening to the dead
He comes from nowhere an´ he turns on his own
Late for the hanging, yes he´s headed for the moon
An´ hang ´em high
Blind to himself, an´ he´s laughing up his scheme
Looking back in anger, the city is relieved
Vision of light, child of the night passing by
(Solo Guitarra)
Blind to himself, he´s laughing up his scheme
Looking back in anger, the city is relieved
A vision of light, child of the night passing by
Leather ´cross his thigh
Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes
One eye on the road, price upon his head
One ear to the ground, he´s listening to the dead
He comes from nowhere, an´ he turns on his own
Late for the hanging, yes he´s headed for the moon
An´ hang ´em high
Now trouble seems to fit him like a glove
First come, first served, he´s serving it back
He travels light, without a pack, without love
He comes from nowhere an´ he turns on his own
Late for the hanging, yes he´s headed for the moon
An´ hang ´em high
Leather ´cross his thighs
Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes
One eye on the road, price upon his head
One ear to the ground, he´s listening to the dead
He comes from nowhere an´ he turns on his own
Late for the hanging, yes he´s headed for the moon
An´ hang ´em high
Blind to himself, an´ he´s laughing up his scheme
Looking back in anger, the city is relieved
Vision of light, child of the night passing by
(Solo Guitarra)
Blind to himself, he´s laughing up his scheme
Looking back in anger, the city is relieved
A vision of light, child of the night passing by
Leather ´cross his thigh
Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes
One eye on the road, price upon his head
One ear to the ground, he´s listening to the dead
He comes from nowhere, an´ he turns on his own
Late for the hanging, yes he´s headed for the moon
An´ hang ´em high