He was born in Ohio in eighteen thirty-eight.
A man of his convictions that some folks came to hate
A judge to try the guilty, some say he was just mean
In a place where law and order had not yet been seen.
Oh, whoa, the Hangin’ Judge, he was the Hangin’ Judge

Judge Parker liked to see them, a’ hangin’ in the breeze
Each time he hanged an outlaw, it set his mind at ease
Oh he had sentenced many, to hang in his life time
There was no need for a cell, when ole Parker judged your crime.

Oh-whoa the Hangin’ Judge, he was the Hangin’ Judge
In that hell-on-the-border jail, no one could ever go your bail
He always hung ‘em high, watched the fear in pleading eyes.
But he would never budge, no he would never budge
On that Arkansas border, he was The Hangin’ Judge

His words were harsh and deadly, indeed they were a curse
For outlaws only left his town, in an old black horse-drawn hearse
He was defined an honest man, but some still hold a grudge,
For in “The Court of the Damned", he was the Hangin’ Judge.

Oh-whoa the Hangin’ Judge, he was the Hangin’ Judge
Feared far and wide, he was the Hangin’ Judge.
In that hell-on-the-border jail, he never ever gave them bail
He always hung ‘em high, watched the fear in pleading eyes.
But he would never budge. No, he would never budge
On that Arkansas border, he was the Hangin’ Judge