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​Long Gone

This song is by Jim Jackson and appears on the album Jim Jackson Vol. 2 (1928-1930) (1992).

You all have heard the story 'bout Long John Green
Bold bank robber from Bowldin' Green
They put him in jail and he stayed three days
Late last night he made his get-away

He's long gone, from old Kentucky
He's long gone, wasn't he lucky?
He's long gone, what I mean
He's long gone, from Bowldin' Green

He's long gone, from old Kentucky
He's long gone, wasn't he lucky?
He's long gone, what I mean
He's long gone, from Bowldin' Green

They sent for the high sheriff to bring him back
Went 'n' put the p'lice hounds on his track
The doggone greyhound lost his scent
And nobody knows where Long John went

He's long gone, from old Kentucky
He's long gone, wasn't he lucky?
He's long gone, what I mean
He's long gone, from Bowldin' Green

I ain't gon' tell you how I've got here, but I've got chere just the same
If you seen him runnin' them first five miles, you'd swore that he wasn't lame
Say, he stopped in the woods, catch his wind, a-heard the stick crack and a-lit out again
I ain't gonna tell you how I got here, but I got chere just the name

One day a circus came to town with freaks that 'as wild as a beast
A one-legged man by the name of Jones, we went to see the street parade
But just as we reached the circus ground, I heard somebody say
"You better be mighty particular, 'cause the lion done got away"
But then I grabbed my hat, for home I fairly flew
But when I got there, my one-legged friend said, "Jim, I'm right here, too." He say

I ain't gonna tell you how I got here, but I got chere just the same
Said, if you seen him runnin' them first five miles, you'd swore that he wasn't lame
Say, he stopped in the woods, catch his wind, a-heard the stick crack and a-lit out again
I ain't gonna tell you how I got here, but I got chere just the same

Yeah, I ain't gonna tell you how I got here, but I got chere just the same
If you seen him runnin' them first five miles, you'd swore that he wasn't lame
Say, he stopped in the woods, catch his wind, a-heard the stick crack and a-lit out again
I ain't gonna tell you how I got here, but I got chere just the same, yeah