Early one evening I was rollin' around
And I was feelin' kinda mean,
I hit a deck of the town
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 91 years
on the hard rock pile.
99 on the hard rock ground.
All I ever did was shoot a deputy. 99!
And all he ever did was shoot
the deputy down.
This little thing is shorter
than the rest of me.