Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane/John Stewart      Way down in Columbus, Georgia, that's where I don't want to be.   Hey, way down in Columbus stockade. Take me back to Tennessee.      Chorus:   Well, you can take me back to old Kentucky, any place that you decide.   Just turn me loose from this old stockade. I'll tell you, buddy, I won't mind.      The other night as I lay sleepin' I dreamt I held you in my arms.   When I awoke I was mistaken. These prison walls were all around.      (Chorus)      Two years ago, it seems a long time, that's when I was free and on my own.   But here I am behind that stockade. I wish to God they'd take me home.      (Chorus)      I'll tell you, buddy, I won't mind.