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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blake Shelton
Blake Shelton
Lead Vocals
Tim Lauer
Tim Lauer
Keyboards
John Willis
John Willis
Acoustic Guitar
Dennis Wilson
Dennis Wilson
Background Vocals
Rachel Proctor
Rachel Proctor
Background Vocals
Alison Brown
Alison Brown
Banjo
Alison Prestwood
Alison Prestwood
Bass Guitar
Anthony Lamarchina
Anthony Lamarchina
Cello
Dan Dugmore
Dan Dugmore
Pedal Steel Guitar
Chad Cromwell
Chad Cromwell
Drums
Shannon Forrest
Shannon Forrest
Drums
Brent Rowan
Brent Rowan
Electric Guitar
Andrea Zonn
Andrea Zonn
Fiddle
Jonathan Yudkin
Jonathan Yudkin
Fiddle
Rob Hajacos
Rob Hajacos
Fiddle
Terry McMillan
Terry McMillan
Harmonica
Scotty Sanders
Scotty Sanders
Guitar
Mike Rojas
Mike Rojas
Piano
Bobby Braddock
Bobby Braddock
Synthesizer
Steve Gibson
Steve Gibson
Sitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Don Goodman
Don Goodman
Songwriter
James Bohon
James Bohon
Songwriter
Mark Sherrill
Mark Sherrill
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Denny Purcell
Denny Purcell
Mastering Engineer
Ed Seay
Ed Seay
Mixing Engineer
Bobby Braddock
Bobby Braddock
Producer
Graham Lewis
Graham Lewis
Assistant Engineer
Howell Luther
Howell Luther
Assistant Engineer
John Saylor
John Saylor
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Well I caught my wife with another man And it cost me ninety nine On a prison farm in Georgia Close to the Florida line Well I'd been here for 2 long years 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 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've been here Ain't nobody 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 Oh and he brought down a blue tick hound She was pretty as she could be Well they penned her up in the swampland 'Bout a mile just south of the gate And 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 And 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 turn 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
Writer(s): Donald Goodman, Mark Sherrill, James E Bohon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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