| Locked him up back in '69
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| On clear Kentucky shine
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| Then again in '87, cornbread, smoke fed
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| The Marion county line
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| It is time, he did his time
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| Thirteen of twenty served
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| And that far outweighed his crime
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| He came back a wiser man
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| He came back to do what he’d do
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| He’d do it every time
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| It is time
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| He did his time
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| When they came bustin' in last year
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| Like a smoke ring he’s up and gone
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| But he wouldn’t have to go too far
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| When the folks 'round here
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| They don’t trust no law, no way
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| Hey run, Johnny, run
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| Hey run, Johnny run
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| Hey now run now, run, Johnny run
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| A man’s words all he’s got
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| A man’s law don’t mean a damn
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| To the down-home southern folk
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| That live by the law of the land, not Uncle Sam
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| It’s their land
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| It’s our land
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| No one knows who you’re talkin' ‘bout
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| No one’s seen, they’ve all gone blind
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| Knowin' he’ll be back someday
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| To do what he’d do, what he’d do
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| He’d do it every time
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| He did his time
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| And no more time
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| And they’re still chasin' down old ghosts
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| And they’re still askin' on deaf ears
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| But he wouldn’t have to go too far
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| When the folks 'round here
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| They don’t trust no law, no way
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| Hey run, Johnny, run
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| Hey run, Johnny run
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| Hey now run now, run, Johnny run
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| Never mind no song, keep your head down boy
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| Run, Johnny run
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| You can rest at my place when the day is done
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| Hey now, run Johnny, run now run, Johnny run
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| Hey now, run now, run Johnny run
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| Never mind no song, keep your head down, boy
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| And run, Johnny run
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| He can rest at my place when the day is done |