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Hey look yonder, Henry, comes the sherrif
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

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

Chorus

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


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Songwriters: DWIGHT YOAKAM