| 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 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 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 |