Good morning young master it's 1882 Your mother is hungry what will you do? There is bread in the kitchen of the big house upstairs But I warn you don't take it from them   You'll be tarred you'll be feathered you'll be hung like a ham and I warn you don't do it young man  Your mother is calling she wants you by the bed so get up young master shake your sleepy head "Darling son I am dying and I leave it to you I'm leavin tell me what did I do" Boy he steals the bread roll packs it up and heads for the door Man he hears him coming "Boy you won't be runnin' no more" Boy he gets arrested and the case is tested that day Judge he guilty makes him and the jailer takes him away Good night to the outlaw but you want to be free Good morning oh it's late too late again