He was born and raised around Jacksonville
A nice young man bout the kind to kill
But the jealous fight and the flashing blades
Sent him on the run through the Everglades
Running like the dog through the Everglades

Where a man can hide and never be found
And never have fear of the baying hounds
Better keep moving, don't stand still
If the skeeters don't get him in Gators-ville
If the skeeters don't get him in the Gators-ville

Well the Posy went in and he came back out
And said he'll die and there ain't no doubt
It's an eye for a nice so the death is fate
In month-less long in the Everglades
A man can't live in the Everglades

But man can hide and never be found
And never have fear of the baying hounds
Better keep moving, don't stand still
If the skeeters don't get him in Gators-ville
If the skeeters don't get him in the Gators-ville

Now the years went by and his girl was wed
His family gave up they thought he was dead
Now and then the people would say
They had seen him running through the Everglades
Running like the dog through the Everglades

Where a man can hide and never be found
And never have fear of the baying hounds
Better keep moving, don't stand still
If the skeeters don't get him in Gators-ville
If the skeeters don't get him in the Gators-ville

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Writer(s): Harlan Howard