| I caught my wife with another man
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| It cost me ninety nine
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| Down in Georgia prison
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| Close to the Florida line
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| Well I’d been here for two long years
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| I finally made the warden my friend
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| He sentenced me to a life of ease
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| Taking care of Ol' Red
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| Now Ol' Red he’s the damnedest dog that I’ve ever seen
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| He’s got a nose that can smell a two-day trail
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| He’s a four-legged trackin' machine
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| You can consider yourself mighty lucky
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| To get past the gators and the quicksand beds
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| 'Cause all these years that I’ve been here
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| Nobody got past Red
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| Hear the warden sang
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| Come on somebody
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| Why don’t you run
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| Ol' Red’s itchin' to have a little fun
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| Get my lantern
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| Get my gun
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| Red’ll have you treed 'fore the mornin' comes
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| I paid off the guard and I slipped out a letter
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| To my cousin up in Tennessee
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| Now he brought down a blue tick hound
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| She was pretty as she could be
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| So we staked her up in the swampland
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| About a mile just south of the gate
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| And I’d take Ol' Red for his evenin' walk
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| Let him go and wait
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| Hear the warden sang
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| Come on somebody
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| Why don’t you run
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| Ol' Red’s itchin' to have a little fun
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| Get my lantern
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| Get my gun
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| Red’ll have you treed 'fore the mornin' comes
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| Now Ol' Red got real used to seein'
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| His lady fried every night
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| So I kept him away for three or four days
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| And waited 'til the time got right
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| Well I made my run with the evenin' sun
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| And I smiled when I heard they let Red out
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| 'Cause I was headed north to Tennessee
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| And Ol' Red he was headed south
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| Hear the warden sang
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| Come on somebody
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| Why don’t you run
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| Ol' Red’s itchin' to have a little fun
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| Get my lantern
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| Get my gun
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| Red’ll have you treed 'fore the mornin' comes
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| Now there’s red-haired blue ticks all in the South
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| Love got me in here and love got me out |