High Sheriff

It was said of the sheriff to Calhoun Parish

Not to ever touch his daughter Anna-Lee,

For to look at her with lustful eyes was certain

To get you a time in the penitentiary.

It was true, she was quite hilarious

It was true, she had eyes for me;

Then one night at a dance she walked up to me

And ask me would I, please, meet her down by the creek

As I listened to her dangerous proposal

I thought about the high sheriff catching me;

As I shook my head and quietly left the party,

I heard her laugh and say "You'll be sorry"

Then came upon my door a loud disturbance,

I opened it to the sheriff and his deputy.

He said, "Son, did you molest my daughter?"

I said, "Sheriff, I do not know of what you speak."

Then he grabbed me roughly by the collar

And he flung me sprawling out into the street;

There were days in the jail with claustrophobia

And all on that kind of a beach Anna-Lee.

When I finally worked a bar loose from my window

And I made my way into the woods of Calhoun,

Late at night I came upon the cabin;

It was the home of Jaime Cross, a friend I knew.

Would you mind if I sat down at your table

'Cause it's been a while since I've had time to eat

And I'll pay y'all back when I'm able,

But right now the high sheriff is after me.