One-Stop, Country bluegrass, Medium tempo, Southern, Americana, nostalgic, Country, rural, old timey, Male vocals, mandolin, acoustic guitar, upright bass, percussion, fiddle, violin, Charleston, South Carolina, United States
These walls are so paper-thin Not strong enough to keep me in Soon Ill be out of here at last Ill be hopping trains and hitching rides Spend my nights in smokey dives Ill be living life, so damn fast They cant build a wall Strong enough to keep me in And there aint no Hellhound in Georgia Gonna drag me back again When that jailer slammed my cell door shut Something in my mind went off I knew I had to get me out of here The thought of a cold whiskey shot Or a womans touch is oh so soft It almost brought me to tears So I sold up all my cigarettes I got some tools and few good men Started diggin a hole into the ground And it wasnt but a week or more When they opened up my jail cell door And I wasnt nowhere to be found I remember it like yesterday You could hear those sirens miles away They even put a bounty on my head From Georgia up to Tennessee Now the state police they were looking for me Didnt matter if I was alive or dead So now Im living life out on the road Some of these nights so windy and cold But Id never trade it for where I was And if someday they catch up with me And drag me back in custody I wont even worry because