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That old white haired judge in Dallas |
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Didn't pay my story no mind |
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They're takin' me down to Huntsville |
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I'm bringin' in a load of time |
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They caught me on a caper that I planned for days |
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And proved everything I done |
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I'm on my way to Huntsville |
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Bt I'm looking for a chance to run |
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My hands don't fit no choppin' pole |
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And cotton never was my beg |
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The men better keep both eyes on me |
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Or they're gonna lose old Hag |
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Hey there ain't so far to Mexico |
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There I can find my way |
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They're takin' me down to Huntsville |
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But I'm not gonna stay |
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They got me chain and leg irons |
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I guess they got a good excuse |
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They know I'm gonna run the first chance |
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I get cause they never gonna cut me loose |
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And I really don't care if they shoot me down |
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I'll never be free again |
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I've got two long life turns to do |
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Both runnin' in the end |
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Hey there ain't so far to Mexico |
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There I can find my way |
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They're takin' me down to Huntsville |
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But I'm not gonna stay |
