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Well I caught my wife with another man |
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And it cost me ninety nine |
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On a prison farm in Georgia |
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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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And so 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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Got a nose that can smell a two day trail |
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He's a four legged tracking 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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But all these years that I've been here |
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Ain't nobody got past Red |
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And 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 before the mornin' comes |
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Well 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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Oh and he brought down a blue tick hound |
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She was pretty as she could be |
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Well they penned her up in the swampland |
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'Bout a mile just south of the gate |
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And I'd take Ol' Red for his evening run |
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I'd just drop him off and wait |
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And 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 before the mornin' comes |
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Now Ol' Red got real used to seeing |
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His lady every night |
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And so I kept him away for three or four days |
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And waited till 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 'em let Red out |
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'Cause I was headed north to Tennessee |
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And Ol' Red was headed south |
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And 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 before 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 |
