My Grandmother told me of a man, one time,
Convicted by a mob, of a terrible crime

In Whitman County, way back when,
Colfax, Washington -- The Old West then

Was not so genteel as it is today,
Dealt with him in a very quick, harsh way

He was hanged out the window of the old courthouse,
Never mind if teetotaler or small town souse,

When the only justice is a mob inflamed
It could, on the frenzy of the moment, be blamed,

Since a trial by jury was a luxury denied,
We will never know for sure if a guilty man died.

by D. Edgar Murray