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Hellhound 05:22
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Hellhound (Instrumental)
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Description

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

Lyrics

These walls are so paper-thin Not strong enough to keep me in Soon I’ll be out of here at last I’ll be hopping trains and hitching rides Spend my nights in smokey dives I’ll be living life, so damn fast They can’t build a wall Strong enough to keep me in And there ain’t 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 woman’s 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 wasn’t but a week or more When they opened up my jail cell door And I wasn’t 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 Didn’t matter if I was alive or dead So now I’m living life out on the road Some of these nights so windy and cold But I’d never trade it for where I was And if someday they catch up with me And drag me back in custody I won’t even worry because

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