My name's James Lucas Deere
I was born in Remington
Now my home's in Richfield prison
Where I pay for the wrongs I done
Once, I was free and on the streets of Indiana
When I was 22
Yeah just a kid lookin' for some fun
No better or worse than you, sir
Me and Pat we married in the spring
Moved in with her Ma and Pa
On our wedding night she sighed, "Jimmy, we can have anything we want"
Well it was for those things we wanted
I did all the stealing that I could do
I stole from the law, I stole from her Pa
I probably stole from you, sir
Well, now Pat she had a brother
A brother name of Sil
He made a living stealing farm equipment
Down in Luthersville
He'd sit at my kitchen table
And that roll of dough he'd flash
He said, "Jimmy you need little extra work
All you gotta do is ask"
Was on a job down in Roxford
We woke that farm boy from his bed
We took off runnin' Sil dropped his rifle
And shot himself in the leg
Well, they caught up with us out on Highway 61
Yeah, when we seen them coming, we didn't even run
Well, the trial was short and sweet
Me and Sil got our stories crossed
The judge said, "Boys, first you played and now you pay the cost"
I'm gonna give you some time to get straight your facts
Yeah, two years dead and even
In the Richfield county rack
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
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