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| Well I caught my wife with another man |
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| And it c | ost me n | inety-n | ine |
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| On a prison farm in Georgia |
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| Close to the Florida l | ine |
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| Well I've been here for two long years |
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| I finally made the w | arden my fr | iend |
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| And so he sentenced me to a life of ease |
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| Taking care of Ol' R | ed |
| Now Ol' Red he's the damndest dog |
| That I've ever seen |
| Got a nose that can smell a two day trail |
| He's a four legged tracking machine |
| You can consider yourself mighty lucky to get past |
| The gators and the quicksand beds |
| But all these years that I been here |
| Ain't nobody got past Red |
| Chorus: |
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| And the warden sang, |
| E7 | E | E7 | E | |
| Come on someb | ody | why don't you r | un |
| E7 | E | B | E | |
| Ol' Red's i | tchin to h | ave a little f | un |
| E7 | E | E7 | E | |
| Get my l | antern, g | et my g | un |
| E7 | E | B | E | |
| Red'll have you tr | eed fore the m | orning c | omes |
| E | D | A | |
| Well I paid off the guard and I slipped out a letter |
| To my cousin up in Tennessee |
| Oh and he brought down a blue tick hound |
| She was pretty as she could be |
| Well the penned her up in the swampland |
| About a mile just south of the gate |
| And I'd take Ol' Red for his evening run |
| I'd just drop him off and wait |
| REPEAT CHORUS |
| Now Ol' Red got real used to seeing |
| His lady every night |
| And so I kept him away for three or four days |
| And waited til the time got right |
| Well I made my run with the evening sun |
| And I smiled when I heard em turn Red out |
| Cause I was headed north to Tennessee |
| And Ol' Red was headed south |
| REPEAT CHORUS |
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| Now there's red hair blue ticks all in the south |
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| Love got me in here and l | ove got me o | ut |