I traveled forty miles of back wood
Running from the county man
Just broke from the Stone County Prison
And I’m never goin’ back again
Gotta make my way from Stone County
Try to catch the Santa Fe
I can hear her whistle callin’ me
Just a half a mile away
I left my home down in Texas
Seven long years ago
I remember my mama on my daddy’s arm
Sittin’ in the back of the road
I’m gonna run till I die from Stone County
Gonna catch the Santa Fe
I can hear her whistle callin’ me
Just a half a mile away
I’m a Stone Couty wanted man
I’m a Stone Couty wanted man
Well I’m a wanted man now in Texas
Even down Mexico way
Ya know they want me in Stone County Prison
But Lord, they’ll never see that day
I’m gonna make my way from Stone County
Try to catch the Santa Fe
I can hear her whistle callin’ me
Just a half a mile away
I’m a Stone Couty wanted man
I’m a Stone Couty wanted man

Blinded by love
I can’t see the mornin’ sun
Blinded by love
I can’t see when the day is done
Never meant to hurt
Never meant to harm
Never meant to steal from
Never meant to hurt
Never meant to harm
Never meant to steal from
Look around the corner, what do I see
Great big stone wall startin’ at me
Look up yonder
What’s that I see
Great big wide world startin’ at me
Well I’m leavin’ town by summer
But the fences took it around
And if someone breathes without my need
I’d stay in this little old town
Winter rolls around
Freezin’ up my brain
Said you’d better move around
Before you go insane
Someone give me love
Winter give me love
Johnny gotta get away
Someone give me love
Winter give me love
Johnny gotta say goodbye
Well I fell in love this summer
She begged me to stay
It was just a matter of time
Fore my love was gone away
Tears on my pillow
Said I was too shy
I wanted a drink of her water
But the well has gone dry

I’m gonna give you thirty days to get back home
Then I’m gonna call up the gypsy woman on the telephone
She’s gonna put out a world-wide voo doo
That’ll be the very thing that’ll suit you
Gonna see that you be back home in thrty days
I done talked to the judge in private early this mornin’
He took me to the sheriff’s office to sign a warrant
Gonna put across hunters that’ll get you
That’ll be the very thing that’ll send you
Gonna see that you be back home in thrty days
Oh thirty days, thirty days
Gonna see that you be back home in thrty days
Gonna put across hunters that’ll get you
That’ll be the very thing that’ll send you
Gonna see that you be back home in thrty days
If I don’t get no satisfaction from the judge
Gonna take it to the F.B.I. as a personal grudge
If they don’t give me no conversation
I’m gonna take it to the United Nations
Gonna see that you be back home in thrty days
Oh thirty days, thirty days
Gonna see that you be back home in thrty days
If they don’t give me no conversation
I’m gonna take it to the United Nations
I’m gonna see that you be back home in thrty days

I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs
I know you ain’t no scared eyes honey
We’ll have a feast if you’ll just come on upstairs
Ain’t no hangin’ matter
Ain’t no capital crime
I can see you’re only fifteen years old
But I don’t want your I.D.
You look so restless and you’re so far from home
But ya know it ain’t no hangin’ matter
Ain’t no capital crime
Oh yeah
You stray stray cat
Oh yeah you’re strange stray cat
I’ll bet you mother dosen’t know you could scream like that
And she didn’t know you could bite like that
You look so weird and you’re so far from home
But ya really miss your mother
Don’t look so scared, I ain’t no bad vain bear
But it ain’t no hangin’ matter
Ya know it ain’t no, ain’t no capital crime
Ya said ya got a friend; she’s wilder than you
Why don’t ya bring her on upstairs
If she’s so wild she can join in too
Ain’t no hangin’ matter
Ain’t no capital crime, ain’t no capital crime

Full moon is risin’
And the rain is fallin’ down
Loolin’ for my woman but she ain’t nowhere around
She in a bad luck situation
I’m gonna shoot my baby down
I know I should have mercy
I’ve got my girl on my mind
She in a bad luck situation
Don’t she treat me so unkind
Just like the day you left me
Well tomorrow you could be blind
Got my mojo in my pocket
Got my pistol in my hand
I7ve been thinkin’, I’ve been wonderin’
But I just don’t understand
Gonna shoot up this bad woman
Well she don’t need no other man

Get on the road, seems like a good time
Headin’ back home, got to see some friends of mine
Hello there
Driftin’ a long time, my world on a set of wheels
Ya just gotta do it really know how it really feels
Tell me how do you feel
Oh yeah we was rollin’ ‘cross the country
Oh yeah we was feelin’ mighty fine
Oh yeah we was rollin’ ‘cross the country
All right
I back with the band
Try to make it through the next night
Back on the stage
Come on y’all, hit me with that spot light
Electric blues got you in a head spin
A sinister haze, y’all looks like I’m back again
Oh yeah we was rollin’ ‘cross the country
Oh yeah we was feelin’ mighty fine
Oh yeah we was rollin’ ‘cross the country
Keep on rockin’, keep on, keep on
Now the circle starts again
Take me back where I have been
Get on the road, seems like a good time
Headin’ back home, got to see some friends of mine
Driftin’ a long time, my world on a set of wheels
Ya just gotta do it really know how it really feels
Tell me how do you feel
Oh yeah we was rollin’ ‘cross the country
Oh yeah we was feelin’ mighty fine
Oh yeah we was rollin’ ‘cross the country

July the second, it was nineteen sixty-three
I was servin’ time for armed robbery
Four o’clock in the mornin’
I was layin’ back in my cell
I heard the whistle blow
Then I heard somebody yell
There’s a riot goin’ on
There’s a riot goin’ on
There’s a riot goin’ on
Down in cell block #9
The riot started down in cell block #4
Spread like wild fire across the prison floor
Scar-face Jones said it’s too late to quit
Here’s the dynamite cause the fuse is lit
There’s a riot goin’ on
There’s a riot goin’ on
There’s a riot goin’ on
Down in cell block #9
Y’all gotta stop that stuff goin’ on over there
If ya don’t stop that riot
Y’all gonna get the chair
I said hey now boys, get ready to run
Here comes the warden
With an automatic gun
There’s a riot goin’ on
There’s a riot goin’ on
There’s a riot goin’ on
Down in cell block #9
In the forty-seventh hour the tear gas
It got our men
We all back in our cells but
Every now and then…
There’s a riot goin’ on
There’s a riot goin’ on
There’s a riot goin’ on
Down in cell block #9

I woke up late this mornin’
In an empty bed
It’s that same lonesome song
Ya know my baby’s gone
Oh I, oh I’m hurtin’ so bad
I got tear drops, I got tear drops on my pillow
Thinkin’ about the good times that we had
My friends all say be strong
Ya just got to carry on
But I, oh I’m hurtin’ so bad
You know I got me,
I got me to a high peak of love
But that won’t do me no good
I believe it takes a good woman
To love a bad, bad man
If ya try I believe ya really could
Your lovin’ ways, so warm and tender
Your worst was the best I ever had
So come on back home
It’s so hard to live alone
I, oh I’m hurtin’ so bad

I got a girl named Bony Moronie
She’s so skinny like a stick of macaroni
Oughtta see her rock ‘n’ roll with her blue jeans on
Not that fat, just skin and bones
I love her and she loves me
Oh how happy now we can be
Makin’ love underneath the apple tree
She’s my one and only
She’s my heart desire
She’s a real up setter
She’s a real live wire
Everybody turns when my baby walks by
She’s somethin’ to see,
She really catches an eye
I love her and she loves me
Oh how happy now we can be
Makin’ love underneath the apple tree
Well I told her mama and her papa too
Just exactly what I wanna do
I wanna get married on a night in June
And rock ‘n’ roll by the light of the silvery moon
I love her and she loves me
Oh how happy now we can be
Makin’ love underneath the apple tree

Feedback, feedback
Feedback on highway 101
Feedback, feedback
Feedback on highway 101
Cruisin’ easy, your favorite D.J. havin’ fun
Havin’ fun, havin’ fun
Look out, look out, stand back
There’s a fool out on the road
Look out, look out, look out, stand back, stand back
There’s a fool out on the road
He’s had one too many drinks
Just plain overload, overload
Nighttime, nighttime, nighttime cruisin’, cruisin’ along
Nighttime cruisin’, nighttime cruisin’ along
You don’t see the sittin’ soul
Cruisin’ along
Stop at a station
Gimmie long distance phone
Stop at a station
Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie long distance phone
I wanna blow myself some horns
Blow my horn just like a saxphone