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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 From Letras Mania