By Merle Haggard That old white haired judge in Dallas Didn’t pay my story no mind They’re takin’ me down to Huntsville I’m bringin’ in a load of time They caught me on a caper that I planned for days And proved everything I done I’m on my way to Huntsville   But I’m looking for a chance to run My hands don’t fit no choppin’ pole And cotton never was my beg The man better keep both eyes on me Or they’re gonna lose old Hag Hey there ain’t so far to Mexico That I can?t find my way They’re takin’ me down to Huntsville But I’m not gonna stay           Solo They got me chain and leg irons   I guess they got a good excuse They know I’m gonna run the first chance I get cause they never gonna cut me loose And I really don’t care if they shoot me down I’ll never be free again I’ve got two long life terms to do   Both runnin’ end on end          Yeah it ain’t so far to Mexico   That I can’t find my way They’re takin’ me down to Huntsville But I’m not gonna stay