EVERGLADES

He was born and raised around Jacksonville,
A nice young man not the kind to kill,
Bur a jealous fight and a flashing blade,
Sent him on the run to the Everglades.

Chorus:
Where a man can hide and never be found,
And have no fear of the baying hound,
But he better keep a-running and don't stand still,
If the skeeters don't get him then the gators will,

Well the posse went in and they came back out,
They said he'd die and there ain't no doubt,
It's an eye for an eye now the debt's been paid,
A man can't live in the Everglades.

His family they gave him up for dead,
His girlfriend she finaly wed,
But now and then the natives say,
They see him running through the Everglades,

He never heard the news on the radio,
He was deep in the glades so he'll never know,
All his running and his hiding don't make no sense,
The jury had ruled it was self defense.

That's the way I remember it. It may have suffered a little folk processing over the years. I haven't sung it in years but when I saw this thread it all came back to me. If you figure out the chords please post them. I couldn't play guitar the last time I sang it.

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Note: My Kingston Trio Deluxe Souvenir Vocal Album songbook says "Everglades" was written by Harlan Howard, copyright 1960 by Highridge Music.
-Joe Offer-