It was said of the sheriff to Calhoun Parish Not to ever touch his daughter Hanna-Lee For to look at her with lustful eyes was certain To get you a time in the penitentiary It was true, she was quite voluptuous It was true, she had eyes for me Then, one night at a dance, she walked up to me And asked me would I, please, meet her down by the creek As I listened to her dangerous proposal I thought about the high sheriff catching me As I shook my head and quietly left the party I heard her laugh and say: You'll be sorry There then came upon my door, a loud disturbance I opened it to the sheriff and his deputy He said: Son, did you molest my daughter? I said: Sheriff, I do not know of what you speak Then he grabbed me roughly by the collar And he flung me sprawlin' out into the street There were days in the jail with claustrophobia And all on account of that bitch Hanna-Lee When I finally worked a bar loose from my window And I made my way into the woods of Calhoun Late at night I came upon a cabin It was the home of Harham Cross, a friend I knew Would y'all mind if I sat down at your table 'Cause it's been a while since I've had time to eat And I'll pay y'all back when I'm able But right now, the high sheriff is after me