Old boy he ran a little stop sign in the south
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And he got in deeper trouble with his mouth
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They wouldn't let him phone or make a bail
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Just let him sit there in that Delford County jail
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It wudn't me, it wudn't me
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I'm so glad it wudn't me
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No phone, no bail, no plea
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Oh, I'm so glad it wudn't me
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He had to break out of that Delford County jail
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They put a Grand Dragon posse on his trail
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And seven Alabama bloodhounds in a line
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Buckin' and barkin' for a bite of his behind
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It wudn't me, it wudn't me
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I'm so glad it wudn't me
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Hung posses ain't my cup o'tea
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Oh, I'm so glad it wudn't me
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He was streakin' through the Delta double three
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But them hungry hounds was gainin'on his lee
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His feet was playin' "Louisiana Bound"
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Lord, you help me pick 'em up, I'll put 'em down (Amen)
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It wudn't me, it wudn't me
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I'm so glad it wudn't me
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Prayin' ain't no sure guarantee
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Oh, I'm so glad it wudn't me
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He was streakin' through the Delta, stridin' wide
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But that leadin' hound was meters from his hide
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Lord, bless my feet, don't let 'em go corrupt
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I'll lay 'em down as fast as you can pick 'em up
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It wudn't me, it wudn't me
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I'm so glad it wudn't me
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Just meters from a canine jubilee
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Oh, I'm so glad it wudn't me
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He reached a highway through the ticket on the side
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And a trucker came along and let him ride
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But as he settled down to thank him for no harm
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He saw a swasti-KKK band on his arm
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That's when he knew he had to get on help his self
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'Stead if sittin' pinnin' it on somebody else
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He hung a left into that thicket 'cross the fence
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And ain't nobody ever sawed or seen him since
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It wudn't me, it wudn't me
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I'm so glad it wudn't me
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It ain't quite my kinda cup o'tea
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Jeez, I'm glad it wudn't me
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It wudn't me, it was not me
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I'm so glad it wudn't me
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It just ain't my kinda cup o'tea
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Jeez, am I glad it wudn't me
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Wuden't Me
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| Chuck Berry |
