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Old boy he ran a little stop sign in the southAnd he got in deeper trouble with his mouthThey wouldn't let him phone or make a bailJust let him sit there in that Delford County jailIt wudn't me, it wudn't meI'm so glad it wudn't meNo phone, no bail, no pleaOh, I'm so glad it wudn't meHe had to break out of that Delford County jailThey put a Grand Dragon posse on his trailAnd seven Alabama bloodhounds in a lineBuckin' and barkin' for a bite of his behindIt wudn't me, it wudn't meI'm so glad it wudn't meHung posses ain't my cup o'teaOh, I'm so glad it wudn't meHe was streakin' through the Delta double threeBut them hungry hounds was gainin'on his leeHis feet was playin' Louisiana BoundLord, you help me pick 'em up, I'll put 'em down (Amen)It wudn't me, it wudn't meLetras de cancionesI'm so glad it wudn't mePrayin' ain't no sure guaranteeOh, I'm so glad it wudn't meHe was streakin' through the Delta, stridin' wideBut that leadin' hound was meters from his hideLord, bless my feet, don't let 'em go corruptI'll lay 'em down as fast as you can pick 'em upIt wudn't me, it wudn't meI'm so glad it wudn't meJust meters from a canine jubileeOh, I'm so glad it wudn't meHe reached a highway through the ticket on the sideAnd a trucker came along and let him rideBut as he settled down to thank him for no harmHe saw a swasti-KKK band on his armThat's when he knew he had to get on help his self'Stead if sittin' pinnin' it on somebody elseHe hung a left into that thicket 'cross the fenceAnd ain't nobody ever sawed or seen him sinceIt wudn't me, it wudn't meI'm so glad it wudn't meIt ain't quite my kinda cup o'teaJeez, I'm glad it wudn't meIt wudn't me, it was not meI'm so glad it wudn't meIt just ain't my kinda cup o'teaJeez, am I glad it wudn't me From Letras Mania