Ol' Red - Acoustic 330 Sessions

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 two long years
I finally made the warden my friend
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
He's 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 latern
Get my gun
Red'll have you treed 'fore the mornin' comes

Well, I paid off the guard, and I slipped out a letter
To my cousin up in Tennessee
Lawd, 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 mild 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 latern
Get my gun
Red'll have you treed 'fore the mornin' comes

Now Ol' Red got real used to seeing
His lady every night
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 latern
Get my gun
Red'll have you treed 'fore the mornin' comes

Now there's a red-haired blue ticks all in the South
Love got me in here, and love got me out