He was born and raised around Jacksonville a nice young man not the kind to kill   But the jealous fight and the flashing blade   Sent him on the run through the everglades   Runnin' like the dog through the everglades   Well the Possy went in and he came back out   And said he'll die and there ain't no doubt   It's an eye for a nice so the death is fate he won't last long in the everglades   A man can't live in the everglades   Where a man can hide and never be found and have no fear of the bayin' hound   But he better keep movin' and don't stand still   If the skeeters don't get him in the Gatersville   If the skeeters don't get him in the Gatersville      Now the years went by and his girl was wed his family gave him up for dead   But now and then the natives would say they'd seen him runnin' through the everglades   Runnin' like the dog through the everglades   He'd never heard the news on the radio he was deep in the glades and he'll never know   He's runnin' and hidin' doesn't make much sense   The jury had ruled it was self defence the jury had ruled it was self defence   Now a man can hide...