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He was born and raised around Jacksonville A nice young man, not the kind to kill But a jealous fight and a flashing blade Sent him on the run through the Everglades
Runnin' like a dog through the Everglades
Now, the posse went in, and they came back out They said he'll die, and there ain't no doubt It's an eye for an eye so the debt is paid He won't last long in the Everglades
A man can't live in the Everglades
Where a man can hide and never be found And have no fear of the bayin' hound But he better keep movin' and don't stand still If the skeeters don't get him then the gators will
Now, the years went by, and his girl was wed His family gave him up for dead But now and then the natives would say They'd seen him runnin' through the Everglades
Runnin' like a dog through the Everglades
Now, he never heard the news on the radio He was deep in the glades so he'll never know His runnin' and hidin' didn't make much sense For the jury had ruled it was self-defense
Runnin' like a dog through the Everglades
Where a man can hide and never be found And have no fear of the bayin' hound But he better keep movin' and don't stand still If the skeeters don't get him then the gators will
Runnin' like a dog through the Everglades Skippin' like a frog through the slimy bog Runnin' through the trees from the Everlys
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