Quick Joey Small went over the wall
With a ball and a chain behind him
Quick Joey Small went over the wall
Send the dogs right out to find him

In a striped prison suit with no room to move
He headed for the highway
With his chain still draggin'
He thumbed down a wagon
Said, "Well, you're goin my way?"
And they say now

Run, Joey, Joey, run, run
The hounds are on your trail
Run, Joey, Joey, run, run
They're gonna send you back to jail

Sheriff got a shotgun, he do
He'll fill you full of lead, son, it's true

He's also got a blackjack, he's mad
, too bad

Run, Joey, Joey, run, run
The hounds are on your trail

Sweet Mary Jane was goin' insane
When she heard of Joey's jail break
But she knew all the while 'cause
She sent him a file
Baked inside a fudge cake she said now

Run, Joey, Joey, run, run
The hounds are on your trail
Run, Joey, Joey, run, run
They're gonna send you back to jail

Sheriff Jack Banes was light on brains
But he knew one thing for sure
He took some toughs and a pair of handcuffs
And headed straight for Mary Jane's door
He said now run, Joey, Joey, run, run
The hounds are on your trail
Run, Joey, Joey, run, run
They're gonna send you back to jail

Run, Joey, Joey, run, run

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Writer(s): ARTHUR RESNICK, JOE LEVINE