he was born and raised around jacksonville
a nice young man not the kind to kill
but a jealous fight and a flashing blade sent him on the run to the everglades runnin’ like a dog through the everglades
now the posse went in and they came back out
they said he’ll die and there ain’t no doubt
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
where a man can hide and never be found and have no fear of the bayin’ hounds
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
now the years went by and his girl was wed
his fam’ly gave him up for dead
but now and then the natives would say they’d seen him runnin’ through the everglades
now he never heard the news on the radio
he was deep in the ‘glades so he’ll never know
his runnin’ and hidin’ didn’t make much sense for the jury had ruled it was selfdefense
running like a dog through the everglades
where a man can hide and never be found and have no fear of the bayin’ hounds
but he better keep movin’ and don’t stand still
if the ‘skeeters don’t get then the ‘gaters will
skippin’ like a frog through the slimy bog
runnin’ through the trees from the everlys
Artist: The Kingston Trio
Year: 1960
Decade: 60s
Language: en
Word Count: 117