| It was said of the sheriff to Calhoun Parish
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| Not to ever touch his daughter Emily
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| For to look at her with lustful eyes was certain
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| To get you a time in the penitentiary
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| It was true, she was quite voluptuous
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| And it was true, she had eyes for me
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| Then one night at a dance she walked up to me
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| And ask me would I meet her down by the creek
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| As I listened to her dangerous proposal
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| I thought about the high sheriff catching me
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| As I shook my head and quietly left the party
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| I heard her laugh and say, «You'll be sorry»
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| Then there came upon my door a loud disturbance
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| I opened it to the sheriff and his deputy
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| He said, «Son, did you molest my daughter?»
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| I said, «Sheriff, I do not know of what you speak»
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| Then he grabbed me roughly by the collar
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| And he flung me sprawling out into the street
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| There were days in the jail with claustrophobia
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| And all on account of that wench Emily
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| Well, I finally worked a bar loose from the window
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| And made my way into the woods of Calhoun
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| Late that night I came upon a cabin
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| It was the home of Harham Cross, a friend I knew
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| Would you all mind if I sat down at your table
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| 'Cause it’s been a while since I’ve had time to eat
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| And I’ll pay y’all back when I’m able
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| But right now the high sheriff is after me
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| You see
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| Ooh |