That old white-haired judge in Dallas didn't pay the store in no mind
They're taking me down to Huntsville I'm bringing in a load of time
They caught me on a caper that I planned for days
And proved everything I'd done
I'm on my way to Huntsville But I'm looking for a chance to run
My hands don't fit no chopping pole Cotton never was my bag
The man better keep both eyes on me Or they're gonna lose old Hag
It ain't so far to Mexico that I can't find my way
They're taking me down to Huntsville But I'm not gonna stay
They've got me chained and legged I guess they've got a good excuse
They know I'm gonna run the first chance I get But they're never gonna cut me loose
And I really don't care if they shoot me down I'll never be free again
I've got two long last turns to do Both gone and endowed in
It ain't so far to Mexico that I can't find my way
They're taking me down to Huntsville But I'm not gonna stay