Quick Joey Small went over the wall with a ball and chain behind him
Quick Joey Small went over the wall sent the dogs right out to find him
In a striped prison suit with no loot, to boot, he headed for the highway,
With his chains still draggin’ he thumbed down a wagon,
Said, "When are you goin’ my way?" and they say now,
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Run, Joey!, Joey, run run,
The hounds are on your trail! (Jump up! Jump out!)
Run, Joey! Joey, run run,
They’re gonna send him back to jail!
Sheriff got a shotgun (he do), he'll fill you full of lead, son (it’s true),
He also gotta blackjack (he’s mad),
He'll bust your head with one whack (and that’s that).
Chorus
Sweet Mary Jane might have gone insane when she heard of Joey’s jailbreak,
But she knew all the while, ‘cos she sent him a file baked inside a fudge cake
(And they say, now . . .)
Chorus
Oh, Sheriff Jack Banes wasn’t bright on brains but he knew one thing for sure,
He took some toughs and a pair of handcuffs and heads for Mary Jane’s door
(And they say, now . . .)
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