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It was said of the sheriff to Calhoun Parish |
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Not to ever touch his daughter Emily |
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For to look at her with lustful eyes was certain |
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To get you a time in the penitentiary |
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It was true, she was quite voluptuous |
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And it was true, she had eyes for me |
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Then one night at a dance she walked up to me |
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And ask me would I meet her down by the creek |
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As I listened to her dangerous proposal |
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I thought about the high sheriff catching me |
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As I shook my head and quietly left the party |
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I heard her laugh and say, "You'll be sorry" |
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Then there came upon my door a loud disturbance |
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I opened it to the sheriff and his deputy |
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He said, "Son, did you molest my daughter?" |
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I said, "Sheriff, I do not know of what you speak" |
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Then he grabbed me roughly by the collar |
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And he flung me sprawling out into the street |
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There were days in the jail with claustrophobia |
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And all on account of that wench Emily |
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Well, I finally worked a bar loose from the window |
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And made my way into the woods of Calhoun |
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Late that night I came upon a cabin |
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It was the home of Harham Cross, a friend I knew |
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Would you all mind if I sat down at your table |
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'Cause it's been a while since I've had time to eat |
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And I'll pay y'all back when I'm able |
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But right now the high sheriff is after me |
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You see |
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Ooh |
