The guilt is killing me

I am a wanted man. I escaped from prison 2 years ago. Since a few of you knew that, but never knew why I got sent to the slammer in the first place...well...I will explain what happened for the very first time.

Well I caught my wife with another man and it cost me ninety nine. On a prison farm in Georgia close to the Florida border.
Well I'd been there for two long years when I finally made the warden my friend and so he sentenced me to a life of ease taking care of Ol Red.

Now Ol' Red he's the damnedest dog that I've ever seen. Got a nose that can smell a two day trail and he's a four legged tracking machine.
You can consider yourself mighty lucky to get past the gators and the quicksand beds...but all these years that I was there ain't nobody that got past Red.

And the warden sang
"Come on somebody
Why don't you run
Ol' Red's itchin' to have a little fun
Get my lantern
Get my gun
Red'll have you treed before the mornin' comes"

Well I paid off the guard and I slipped out a letter to my cousin up in Tennessee (we'll call him 'Jed'). Jed brought down a blue tick hound. She was pretty as she could be. Well JEd penned her up in the swampland about a mile just south of the gate. And when I'd take Ol' Red for his evening run...I'd just drop him off and wait.

And the warden sang
"Come on somebody
Why don't you run
Ol' Red's itchin' to have a little fun
Get my lantern
Get my gun
Red'll have you treed before the mornin' comes"

Now Ol' Red got real used to seeing his lady every night. So I kept him away for three or four days and waited till the time got right. Well I made my run with the evenin' sun and I smiled when I heard 'em let Red out. 'Cause I was headed north to Tennessee and Ol' Red was headed south.

And the warden sang
"Come on somebody
Why don't you run
Ol' Red's itchin' to have a little fun
Get my lantern
Get my gun
Red'll have you treed before the mornin' comes"

Now there's red haired blue ticks all in the South. Love got me in here and love got me out.