Letra da Música: Everglades - Waylon Jennings

He was born and raised around Jacksonville a nice young man bout the kind to kill
But the jealous fight and the flashing blades sent him on the run through the evrglades
Running like the dog through the everglades
Where a man can hide and never be found and never have fear of the baying hounds
Better keep movin' don't stand still if the skeeters don't get him in Gatersville
If the skeeters don't get him in the Gatersville
[ harmonica ]
Well the Possy went in and he came back out
And said he'll die and there ain't no doubt
It's an eye for a nice so the death is fate in monthless long in the everglades
A man can't live in the everglades
But a man can hide...
[ harmonica ]
Now the years went by and his girl was wed
His family gave up they thought he was dead
Now and then the people would say they had seen him runnin' through the everglades
Runnin' like the dog through the everglades
Where a man can hide...