| Left my gal in the mountains
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| Left her standing in the rain
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| Went down to the railroad
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| Caught myself a midnight train
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| Lead my way to Georgia
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| Landed in a gambling town
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| Got myself into trouble
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| And shot a county sheriff down
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| The jury read the verdict
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| Murder in the first degree
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| The judge said: take this prisoner
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| To the penitentiary
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| They put the handcuffs on me
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| Put me on a prison train
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| Took me to A’lanta
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| And tied me with the ball and chain
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| (yodelahee…)
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| Left my gal in the mountains
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| Left her waitin' all alone
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| Last night I dreamed I got a letter
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| Saying: honey, won’t you come home?
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| She said, she was sad and lonely
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| Told me that her love was true
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| Then I dreamed I wrote a letter
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| Sayin': honey, I’m coming back to you
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| Then I woke up this morning
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| Lyin' in Atlanta jail
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| No one here to love me
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| No one to go my bail
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| That prison was all around me
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| I got walkin' by the door
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| My sweetheart is sad and lonely
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| Cause I’ll never see my gal no more |