By Merle Haggard
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That old white haired judge in Dallas
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Didn't pay my story no mind
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They're takin' me down to Huntsville
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I'm bringin' in a load of time
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They caught me on a caper that I planned for days
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And proved everything I done
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I'm on my way to Huntsville
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But I'm looking for a chance to 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 again
I've got two long life terms to do
Both runnin' end on end
Yeah it 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
