Someone Who Looks Just Like You

Someone Who Looks Just Like You

Well hey Johnny Simmons, why you so blue?

You’re the one who always swore he’d get what he’s due.

Look on the horizon, boy, the autumn sky is grayin,

and someone who looks just like you is kickin and a’swayin.

Somebody’s cryin, but don’t look around,

Mama, come cut your dead baby down.

That man with the weight on his chest,

Justice has come to the West.

And hey Sheriff Simmons, all’s gone to plan;

you’re the one who always vowed the law would get his man.

But look on the horizon, sir, a fierce-eyed steed is neighin,

and someone who looks just like you is grovelin and prayin.

Somebody’s cryin, but don’t look around,

Mama, come cut your dead baby down.

That man with the weight on his chest,

Justice has come to the West.

To all you good folks gathered here today, I know you got it in your hearts to curse and damn to Hell this doomed young man, sittin here with his hands tied behind his back and a good strong rope wound around his neck, but there ain’t none of us any less guilty of shamin the Lord, and of doin the Devil’s work when we thought no one was watchin. But I’m here to tell you that God’s eyes are always open, and He knows what you and the rest of us are up to all the time. So before y’all go pointing fingers, He wants you to take a good long look at yourselves. He wants you to know that hypocrisy is as big a sin as any other. That said, back to the business at hand. The State has found John Elijah Simmons, sittin high on a horse’s butt before us, guilty of grand theft, larceny, impersonating an officer of the peace, kidnappin, and the vicious murder of three men and their families in the course of home robberies, God rest ’em. John here has stated unequivocally that he has no apologies concerning the victims, and no last words for the Lord, or for the decent, law-abiding souls now standin around him. It is the jury’s verdict and the Court’s judgment that he be hanged by the neck until dead, may God have mercy on his soul. Proceed.

So hey old judge Simmons, man of the hour;

you’re the one who always claimed the Lord would give us power.

Now look into that Good Book, sir, and mark well what it’s sayin,

cause someone who looks just like you is stinkin and decayin.

And somebody’s cryin, but don’t look around,

Mama, come cut your dead baby down.

That man with the weight on his chest--

stallin is under arrest,

damned at the people’s behest,

banned to our memories lest

sinners and criminals test

this warnin, with hale voice expressed:

Justice has come to the West.