Early one evening I was rollin' around
And I was feelin' kinda mean,
I hit a deck a bit down
Strolled along, home and I went to bed
I laid my pistol un der my head
He strolled on home, I took my time
And we went to bed,
thought I'd sleep some more
I laid his pistol up under his neck.
I'd keep it down.
Early in the morning on the break of day,
I figured it was time to make my getaway.
I was stepping right along,
but I was stepping too slow.
Got surrounded by the sheriff
down in Mexico.
I right along, but was off the hook.
I was stepping too slow.
Got surrounded by the sheriff in Mexico.
I didn't even get a chance
to see the country.
When I was arrested, didn't have a dime.
The sheriff said, son,
you're riding free this time.
Where you're going,
you won't need a cent,
because the great state of Texas
is going to pay your rent.
Tell us where you're going.
Thank you, Mr. J.
You won't need a cent.
You know it's not a loan.
Because the great state of Texas
is going to pay your rent.
I might agree with you.
Well, I didn't have a key
and I didn't have a file,
naturally I stayed around until my trial.
The judge was a old man, 93,
and I didn't like the way the jury looked
The judge was an old man,
too old, 93, entirely too old.
I didn't like the way the jury looked at me,
I think they were suspicious.
The judge and the jury didn't agree,
they all said murder in the first degree.
The judge said...
I don't know whether to
hang you or not,
but this here killing of deputy sheriffs
has just naturally got to stop.
You got a point there, Judge.
It was a most unsatisfactory trial.
They gave you ninety -nine years
on the hard rock pile.
Ninety -nine on the hard rock ground.
All I ever did was shoot a deputy.
Ninety -nine!
It could have been life,
Fought in the heart of rock and roll,
They might have hung me,
And all we ever did,
Was shoot the deputy down.
This little thing is surer
than the rest of me.