Well, it won't be long until mornin' And I know I won't be hard to find Bloodhound leadin' all the state police I gotta make it to the Georgia line
I met a girl in Montgomery She told me she was twenty-three Turned out she was in high school Now her daddy wants to walk me to the hangin' tree
Run, boy, run You gotta move Run, boy, run You gotta move
Well, an easy-going rock'n'roll refugee Booked trouble on a southbound train The law books say that I'm a guilty man And I wouldn't get time to explain
Dead run, ain't no stoppin' 'Til I make the border line Two more miles on a bottom land run 'Til I find a sanctuary in the Georgia pine
Hey! Run, boy, run You gotta move Run, boy, run You gotta move
Hey! Run, boy, run You gotta move Run, boy, run You gotta move