Well I'm running from the law,  
Cuz' they say I took a life 
Yeah, but my alibi's no good, boy
Cuz' I was lovin', lovin' the judge's wife

Well I'm running down the road with a guitar in my hand
Well I'm running down the road with a guitar in my hand
The hell hounds getting closer, and they just don't understand

Well I'm standing at the cross roads, I wonder which way do I go
Well I'm standing at the cross roads, I wonder which way do I go
Yeah, hop a freight train to California, or hitch a ride to Mexico

I stand accused, I stand accused
Lord won't you help me cuz I feel so blue
Now I'm running from the law for a crime that I did not do

[Aww move it]

I didn't look for trouble but it found me just the same
No, I wasn't lookin' for trouble but she found me just he same
Yeah I loved that woman, Trouble was her middle name

I stand accused, I stand accused
Lord won't you help me cuz I feel so blue
Cuz I'm runnin' from the law for a crime that I did not do