That old white-haired judge in Dallas didn't pay my story 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 hoe, and 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 on my way
They're gonna stay
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They've got me

change they got
I guess they got
a good excuse
They know I'm gonna run
the first chance I get
Cause 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
life turns to do
Both running
and don't end
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
run
if they