The local chap replies, "They're goin' to hang Brown Paper Pete." So our man says, "What?"
And the other chap says, "They're a-hangin' Brown Paper Pete."
"Well, how did he get a name like that?" Our chap asks.
Well, says the chap whose name we don't know, "On his hands he wears a brown paper bag, on his arms he wears brown paper bags. On his feet he wears brown paper bags, I'll say, he wears brown paper bags everywhere."
"Strange," says our man. "What are they hanging him for?"
"Rustling."
And the Webite That Started It All
