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I've laid around and played around this old town too longSummers almost gone, winters coming onI've laid around and played around this old town too longAnd I feel like I've gotta travel onPoppa writes to Johnny but Johnny can't come homeJohnny can't come home, no, Johnny can't come homePoppa writes to Johnny but Johnny can't come homeCause he's been on this chain gang too long[Chorus: Repeat 2X]High sheriff and police riding after meRiding after me, yes, coming after meHigh sheriff and police riding after meAnd I feel like I've gotta travel on Want to see my honey, want to see her badWant to see her bad, oh, want to see her badWant to see my honey, want to see her badShe's the best gal this poor boy ever had[Chorus:] Aus Songtexte Mania