It was said of the sheriff of Calhoun Parrish
Not to ever touch his daughter Annalee
For to look at her with a lustful eye were certain
To get you time in the penitentiary

It was [bad word] she was quite voluptious
And it was [bad word] she had eyes for me
Then one night at a dance she walked up to me
And asked me would I 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"

Then there 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"

And they grabbed me roughly by the collar
And flung me sprawling out into the street
There were days in the jail with claustrophobia
And all on 'count of that wench, Annalee

Well I find to work a bar loose from the window
And made my way into the woods of Calhoun
Late that night I came upon a cabin
It was the home of Hiram Cross, a friend I knew

Would ya'all mind if I sit down at your table?
Cause it's been a while since I've had time to eat
And I'll pay you all back when I'm able
But right now the high sheriff is after me

Yes he is
Oh yeah