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My old hound dog just caught the scent,
   Of that runaway convict and which way he went.
Down by the railroad tracks looks like he started to run.
   He must of caught site of that old Bull and his scattergun.
Well he changed directions, looking for a place to hide.
   That won’t never work cause my old hound dogs nose is bona-fide.
Now he took flight through them there swamps, well that old boys head sure ain’t 
on right.
   With all the snakes and gators and such I sure hope we get him before the 
night.
Things in here make my neck hairs stand up.
    Well listen now, there goes my pup.
Sounds like he’s got something treed.
    Sure enough he does, for there he is buried up to his knees.
He found him a little quicksand hole.
   Awh, hold on there till I cut me a pole.
By the time I got him out he was up to his neck.
   Not one word of thanks, but what the heck.
Well I slapped on the irons and we headed back down.
    They’re sure gonna be surprised when we get to town.
Seems the old sheriff done gave him a key.
    Said he paid him a hundred dollar bill that’s how he got free.
Well they locked up that sheriff in the same little cell.
    Along with that convict here in Madeson County jail.

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