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
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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
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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
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I'll tell you, buddy, I won't mind