By Hoyt Axton rmofle at satx.rr.com 7/19/2005 [C]As he lay dying, he [F]said I [C]hate you And I [C]hope your [G]soul goes straight to hell If you think it's [C]justice, you'll [F]hang for [C]murder To what [G]degree, I'll never [C]tell Need water for my [C]horses is [F]all I'm [C]asking You can tell the [G]law, which way I go All of my...