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He was born and raised around Jacksonville. A nice young man, not the kind to kill.
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But a jealous fight and a flashing blade sent him on the run to the Everglades. Runnin' like a dog through the Everglades.
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Now, the posse went in and they came back out. They said he'll die and there ain't no doubt.
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It's an eye for an eye so the debt is paid. He won't last long in the Everglades. A man can't live in the Everglades.
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Where a man can hide and never be found and have no fear of the bayin' hounds.
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But he better keep movin' and don't stand still. If the 'skeeters don't get then the 'gaters will. Runnin' like a dog through the Everglades. (Last time - Skippin' like a frog through the slimy bog. Runnin' through the trees from the Everlys.)
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Now, the years went by and his girl was wed. His fam'ly gave him up for dead.
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But now and then the natives would say they'd seen him runnin' through the Everglades.
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Now, he never heard the news on the radio. He was deep in the 'glades so he'll never know.
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His runnin' and hidin' didn't make much sense for the jury had ruled it was self-defense.
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Running like a dog through the Everglades.
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| Harlan Howard |
