I know the chicks back home gonna jump and shout
When they hear old Tricky Dicky busted out
Herb Cotting was a-sleepin' in the loon-day sun now
The fires were a-buzzin' all around his war-robber's gun
I slipped down off the rock but I wasn't workin' on now
I went back up over but I was Woha up and down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Tricky Dicky done broke out
Tricky Dicky done broke out
Tricky Dicky done broke out
Go and tell Miss Lucy Brown
Tricky Dicky's comin' to town
I did it for the river I was a-movin' jack now
The Sheriff ran his dog,
we're breathin' Woha down my back
That river sure was muddy and black
Sure was white now I locked up when I saw them on the Woha other side
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Tricky Dicky done broke out
Tricky Dicky done broke out
Tricky Dicky done broke out
Go and tell old Sally Black Tricky Dicky's comin' to back
Tricky Dicky,
you know it's true I sat here just a-waitin' for you
Well,
I met a gal who saw me and she gave me a chow
I thought it wouldn't hurt much if I Woha'd something now
She sat me on the sofa and she bought me a glass of gin now
She got me stoned,
she's on the phone,
she Woha'd to me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Tricky Dicky done broke out
Tricky Dicky done broke out
Tricky Dicky done broke out
All the gals gonna weep and wail Tricky Dicky's back in jail