By Merle Haggard That old run My hands don't fit no choppin' pole And cotton never was my beg The man better keep both eyes on me Or they're gonna lose old Hag Hey there ain't so far to Mexico That I can’t find my way They're takin' me down to Huntsville But I'm not gonna stay Solo They got me chain and leg irons I guess they got a good excuse They know I'm gonna run the first chance I get cause they never gonna cut me loose And I really don't care if they shoot me down I'll never be free (allcountrytabs.com)