| Quick Joey Small went over the wall
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| With a ball an' a chain behind him
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| Quick Joey Small went over the wall
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| Send the dogs right out to find him
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| In a striped prison suit with no room to move
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| He headed for the highway
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| With his chain still dragin'
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| He thumbed down a wagon said well you’re goin' my way
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| And they say now
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| Run Joey, Joey run run the hounds are on your trail
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| Jump-up, jump-up
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| Run Joey, Joey run run they’re gonna send you back to jail
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| Sheriff got a shotgun, he do
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| He’ll fill you full of lead son, it’s true
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| He’s also got a blackjack, he’s mad
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| He’d bust your head with one wack
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| Here I go now
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| Run Joey, Joey run run the hounds are on your trail
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| Sweet Mary Jane was goin' insane
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| When she heard of Joey’s jail break
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| But she knew all the while 'cause
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| She sent him a file
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| Baked inside a fudge cake
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| Run Joey, Joey run run the hounds are on your trail
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| Jump-up, jump-up
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| Run Joey, Joey run run they’re gonna send you back to jail
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| Sheriff Jack Banes was a light on brains
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| But he knew one thing for sure
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| He took some toughs and a pair of handcuffs
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| And headed straight for Mary Jane’s door
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| Run Joey, Joey run run the hounds are on your trail
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| Jump-up, jump-up
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| Run Joey, Joey run run they’re gonna send you back to jail
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| Run Joey, Joey run run the hounds are on your trail
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| Jump-up, jump-up
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| Run Joey, Joey run run they’re gonna send you back to jail |