| Ten long years, that’s what the judge had to say
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| Trying to teach me, that crime don’t pay
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| Up one morning, heard the news, no parole
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| They can’t hold me, I can’t take the heat
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| Down in the compound, saw the guard turned away
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| Dug my heels in, I got itchy feet
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| I’m a free man, I’m a new face in another place
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| Restless feeling, I gotta go where the action is
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| Checked in a motel, didn’t get recognized
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| Morning paper said I’m wanted by the highway patrol
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| Out at last, go hell for leather
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| On the run, outlawed forever
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| Out at last, go hell for leather
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| On the run, outlawed forever
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| Out at last, go hell for leather
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| On the run, outlawed forever
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| Outlawed forever
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| Ten long years, that’s what the judge had to say
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| Trying to teach me, that crime don’t pay
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| Out at last, go hell for leather
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| On the run, outlawed forever
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| Out at last, go hell for leather
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| On the run, outlawed forever
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| Out at last, go hell for leather
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| On the run, outlawed forever
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| Out at last, go hell for leather
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| On the run, outlawed forever |