It wasn’t long ago I got entangled in her long brown hair
She was the daughter of a prominent Southern millionaire
She said it was my child and plans got underway
To lock me in a saw mill until my dyin’ day
So I took the steps I needed out of Alabam
I got my picture on a poster, I’m known as Walking Sam
They got close in Nashville down at Tootsie’s Lounge
So I slipped out the back, I left a tab of seven rounds
Then I met a Memphis Queen with money to burn
And all she bought herself was a hard lesson learned
“In God we Trust” is all I understand
Now I got to move along, they call me walking Sam
Chorus
I don’t run from trouble that only draws attention
When things get too hot I ease out of the kitchen
Ain’t no future in makin’ a final stand
I got the need to be free, my name is Walking Sam
I ran completely out of luck south of Tulsa Town
When a redneck bounty hunter fin’ly tracked me down
A jury of my peers they gave me five to eight
Thinking all that time would help me change my ways
Now the Atmore County Farm is missing a man
They didn’t hear my footfall, I’m known as Walking Sam
Chorus
[Thanks to Robs for lyrics]
Walkin' Sam Lyrics by Mike Cullison
. Song rating: 4.5 [1 vote]
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