Quick Joey Small Went over the wall
With a ball and chain behind him
Quick Joey Small went over the wall,
Sent the dogs right out to find him
In a striped prison suit with no loot, to boot,
He headed for the highway,
With his chains still draggin’ he thumbed down a wagon,
Said, "When are you goin’ my way?"
And they say now,
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Run, Joey!, Joey, run run,
The hounds are on your trail! (Jump up! Jump out!)
Run, Joey! Joey, run run,
They’re gonna send him back to jail!
Sheriff got a shotgun (He do),
He fill you full of lead, son (It’s true),
He also gotta blackjack (He’s mad),
He bust your head with one whack (And that’s that).
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Sweet Mary Jane might have gone insane
When she heard of Joey’s jailbreak,
But she knew all the while, ‘cos she sent him a file
Baked inside a fudge cake
(And they say, now --)
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(Oh,) Sheriff Jack Banes wasn’t [right on?] brains
But he knew one thing for sure,
He took some toughs and a pair a’ hand cuffs
And heads for Mary Jane’s door
(And they say, now --)
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