Words and music by Rob Gold and Timothy Rose
There's a story down in Black Oak Holler
In '49, an angry crowd
And one by one, those evil men
They were shot between the eyes,
Chorus:
Flying, she was flying
So, Jessie came before the judge,
As they put a noose around her neck
İflying thorn / lantern / bucks music, 1999
Told about a hangin' tree
Where birds don't land and the devil's hand
Saved a girl named Jessie White.
Killed her man without a trial.
She shouted out: "you'll all be dead
Before tomorrow night!"
Who strung up Jessie's man
Came to meet the flames of hell
Before they did intend.
And, a piece of rope around their neck
Proved to all the folks in town that
Jessie took revenge.
She'd never have to die by hanging tree!
Flying, she was flying
The devil had a laugh and set her free!
(His daddy's final words had set him free)
Proud at knowin' she'd done right.
She didn't beg for clemency
And didn't have much hope!
A bolt of lightning hit the tree;
When they looked up--the girl was gone
There swung an empty rope!