Well whiles we here tryin’ to have our fun ’Spose the law jumped up and said, ’Nobody run!’ Well, you know I’m long gone, from Kentucky Long gone, an’ got away lucky ’Cause I’m gonna leave so keen I’ll be just like a submarine 
Well, my woman poked her head out the window of the bed Said, ’Please don’t let them kill Mister Little Hat dead’ I said, ’No use worryin’, sweet mama, I ain’t gonna be here long’ Tell her not to sing this worryin’ song ’Cause I’m gonna leave so keen I’m gonna be just like a submarine 
Well an officer, you know the man, they call him Austin Jack Stopped and put the bloodhounds right on my track ’Cause the hounds they couldn’t catch my scent You know, they couldn’t tell where Little Hat went ’Cause I left so keen People, I was just like a submarine 
Well here comes the Santa Fe just puffin’ and flyin’ Oughta seen me when I reached up and caught them blinds They said, ’There’s another long gone - from Kentucky Long gone - an’ he got away lucky ’Cause he’s ever so keen He’s just like a submarine’ 
I want to sing this song, ain’t gonna sing no more ’Cause I’m leavin’ San Antonio, I don’t plan on coming here no more Well, I don’t play the dozen and neither the ten ’Cause you keep on talkin’, I leads you in Well you keep on talkin’ till it makes me mad Well I’ll tell you ’bout the money that your father had ’Cause I don’t play the dozen, I declare man, and neither the ten 
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