Well I caught my wife with another man And it cost me ninety nine On a prison farm in Georgia Close to the Florida line Well I'd been here for 2 long years I finally made the warden my friend And so he sentenced me to a life of ease Taking care of Ol Red Now Ol' Red he's the damnedest 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've been here Ain't nobody got past Red And the warden sang Come on somebody Why don't you run Ol' Red's itchin' to have a little fun Get my lantern Get my gun Red'll have you treed before the mornin' comes 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 they penned her up in the swampland 'Bout 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 And the warden sang Come on somebody Why don't you run Ol' Red's itchin' to have a little fun Get my lantern Get my gun Red'll have you treed before the mornin' comes 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 till the time got right Well I made my run with the evenin' sun And I smiled when I heard 'em turn Red out 'Cause I was headed north to Tennessee And Ol' Red was headed south And the warden sang Come on somebody Why don't you run Ol' Red's itchin' to have a little fun Get my lantern Get my gun Red'll have you treed before the mornin' comes Now there's red haired blue ticks all in the South Love got me in here and love got me out

Caught my wife with another man Now I'm doin' ninety-nine At a prison down in Georgia Close to the Florida line. I've been here for twelve long years And I finally made the warder my friend So he sentenced me to a life of ease Takin' care of ol' Red. Now ol' red he's a dangerous dog This old boy has ever seen He's got a nose that can smell a two day trail Lord, he's a four legged tracking machine. Just consider yourself mighty lucky To get past the gators and the quicksand beds But all these years that I've been here Ain't nobody got past Red. Hear the warder say, Come on somebody why don't you run Ol' Red's a-itchin' to have a little fun Get my latern, get my gun Red'll have 'em treed 'fore the mornin' sun. I payed off a guard and he slipped out a letter To my cousin in Tennessee And he brought down me a blue tick hound Lord, she was pretty as she could be. They penned her up in the swampland About a mile just south of the gate And when I take ol' Red for his evening run And I'd just drop him off and wait. Hear the warder say, Come on somebody why don't you run Ol' Red's a-itchin' to have a little fun Get my latern, get my gun Red'll have 'em treed 'fore the mornin' sun. Now old red got use to seein' This little lady.there every night So I kept him away for three or fours days And waited till the time got right. I made my run with the evening sun And I smiled when I heard 'em let him out 'Cause I headed north to Tennessee And ol' Red was a-headed south. I hear the warder say, Come on somebody why don't you run Ol' Red's a-itchin' to have a little fun Get my latern, get my gun Red'll have 'em treed 'fore the mornin' sun. Now, there's red hair blue ticks dogs in the south Love got me in there and love got me out...

You say you love cowboys Or at least the ones you've seen on TV And saddle up, shadow on the brow, boys Always makin' that life look so easy And all the ways you'd have to break and bend For you to fall in love with Well, this ol' rodeo, you'd have to be a fool To take a chance on a chance-taker, dancin' with the bulls Well, it's a crazy, dangerous game You can't say you ain't been warned It ain't the roses, it's the thorns, dear And they grow on steers' horns, yeah In this ol' rodeo In this ol' rodeo You say you wanna settle down Well, in a big ol' house on a piece of land And maybe have a kid or two But I was born with the pedal down And there ain't no brakes, darlin' You can't have your cake and eat it too In this ol' rodeo, you'd have to be a fool To take a chance on a chance-taker, dancin' with the bulls Well, it's a crazy, dangerous game You can't say you ain't been warned It ain't the roses, it's the thorns, dear And they grow on steers' horns, yeah In this ol' rodeo In this ol' rodeo Well, all the ways you'd have to break and bend For you to fall in love with This ol' rodeo, you'd have to be a fool Take a chance on a chance-taker, dancin' with the bulls Well, it's a crazy, dangerous game You can't say you ain't been warned It ain't the roses, it's the thorns, dear And they grow on steers' horns, yeah In this ol' rodeo In this ol' rodeo In this ol' rodeo In this ol' rodeo

I don't need a membership to validate The hard work I've put in and the dues I've paid Never been too good at just goin' along I guess I've always kinda been for the underdog Favors for friends will get you in and get you far Shouldn't be about who it is you know But about how good you are Don't wanna be part of the good ol' boys club Cigars and handshakes, appreciate you, but no, thanks Another gear in a big machine don't sound like fun to me Don't wanna be part of the good ol' boys club There's a million ways to dream and that's just fine Oh, but I ain't losin' any sleep at night And if I end up goin' down in flames Well, at least I know I did it my own way Hey, hey, ey, ey Don't wanna be part of the good ol' boys club Cigars and handshakes, appreciate you, but no, thanks Another gear in a big machine don't sound like fun to me I don't wanna be part of the good ol' boys club Favors for friends will get you in and they'll get you far But when did it become about who you know And not about how good you are? Don't wanna be part of the good ol' boys club Cigars and handshakes, appreciate you, but no, thanks Another gear in a big machine don't sound like fun to me I don't wanna be part of the good ol' boys club I don't wanna be part of your good ol' boys club

One and all had heard the stories and our witness had been sworn 'Bout a man born in Hardburly back in June of '29 Must have got that Martin Meylin muzzle day he was born Things he could do with that rifle Blow the balls off a bat, reload, and shoot it one more time Had a monster of a mule, was a mighty fine steed Sham and Sam, a tomahawk and that flintlock's all he need Finding food and finding trouble and always taking heed Any man that crossed him was surely gonna bleed And he'd stretch you up and burn you for callin' him half-breed Left the varnish off his words, feared no beast nor man Didn't want to end up in his debt 'cause it'd damn sure get paid He was harder than the nails hammerеd Jesus' hands He was the onе they called Dood Son of a mountain miner and a Shawnee maiden Wore a size 17 ring, had hands like a bear And if he got 'em on ya, he's takin' that top hair His grandfather taught him how to hunt, how to live off the land Taught him how to take a scalp when you kill a man He was a deadly warrin' daddy with a gun gleam in his eyes 'Til he found him a good woman, calm down the rage He built a home from the land with the hands the Good Lord gave him Then old Dood got his own food Had no need for the scrip that old coal company paid Left the varnish off his words, feared no beast nor man And if either came upon him they'd damn sure get slain He was harder than the nails hammered Jesus' hands He was the one they called Dood Son of a mountain miner and a Shawnee maiden Son of a mountain miner and a Shawnee maiden

Woman, woman I know you better Probably even better Than you even know yourself by now Now woman, where do you think you're going? You know you're not going To get any further than your mama's house Before you turn around and come running back I know this and you know that You're just mad and there's a chance A really good chance that I'm wrong again I usually am But girl you know as sure as rain I'm always right about one thing I know a little fight can change I'm your man, you're my woman Woman you know I'm sorry For me being such a sorry Lousy, inconsiderate so and so So woman now that we've got that over How 'bout we skip over the part where you leave me Standing in your dust and start making up Glad to have you back I know this and you know that You're just mad and there's a chance A really good chance that I'm wrong again I usually am But girl you know as sure as rain I'm always right about one thing I know a little fight can change I'm your man, you're my woman I know this and you know that You're just mad and there's a chance A really good chance that I'm wrong again I usually am But girl you know as sure as rain I'm always right about one thing I might be a pain but still the fact remains I'm your man, you're my woman

There's a Bible on the dresser And a sign hung on the door And a woman in my arms who shouldn't be I'm to the point of no returning But I've been here before This cheating life is nothing new to me There's someone to be considered So I call her on the phone And say the job is taking longer than I planned I don't have the heart to tell her That a stranger's turned me on And I'm headed for the broken promise land Tonight I'm crossing over And I'll reach the cheating side And I'll hate myself for coming here again Where the streets are paved with misery And lives are built on lies A place they call the broken promise land I found a note left on the dresser And a key left in the door And on the floor I found her golden wedding band Guess she finally had to tell me She's not waiting anymore She's headed for the broken promise land Tonight she's crossing over And she'll reach the cheating side And I'll hate myself for giving her the chance 'Cause the streets are paved with misery And lives are built on lies A place they call the broken promise land And it's more than I can stand