At Owl Creek Bridge,
The skeleton hangs
With a broken neck
The man stood there,
rope 'round his neck
Waiting for the moment
He would plunge down, down
The tick of his watch
sounded close in his ear
It was all he could hear
Then it happened!
He fell to the river, down
The rope tightened to choke, then broke
And into the river he fell down, below the surface
The noose kept the water, and air, out of his lungs
He would die in the river from being hung
Hands free! Then they untied the rope
And he pushed gasping to the surface
What a story to tell! But they would catch him again
Already he could hear the captain yell
To shoot! He dodged the volley and swam to the bank and started for home
The journey was hard
With a badly bruised neck
And swollen tongue
Still he pushed on
To see his family, go back to life
Then he was home! He saw his wife
But before he could go to her
He felt a crushing blow to the back of his neck
Pain, pain and then darkness
Then the world was no more
And neither was the man, you'll find
Dangling in air
With his rope in one piece,
And all but his bones wasted away
Peyton Farquhar, the man
Who escaped death and ran
Away home in his mind
And there
At Owl Creek Bridge
The skeleton hangs
With a broken neck