Letra de Nebraska
I saw her standing on her front lawn just twirling her baton Me and her went for a ride, sir, and 10 innocent people diedFrom our town of Lincoln, Nebraska, with a sawed-off, .410 on my lap Through to the badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my pathCan't say, I'm sorry for the things that we done At least for a little while, sir, me and her we had some fun Now the jury brought in a guilty verdict, and the judge sentenced me to deathMidnight in a prison storeroom with leather straps across my chest Sheriff, when the man pulls that switch, sir, and snaps my poor head back Make sure my pretty baby is sittin' right there, right there on my lap