Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane/John Stewart
Way down in Columbus, Georgia, that`s where I don`t want to be.
Hey, way down in Columbus stockade. Take me back to Tennessee.
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Well, you can take me back to old Kentucky, any place that you decide.
Just turn me loose from this old stockade. I`ll tell you, buddy, I won`t mind.
The other night as I lay sleepin` I dreamt I held you in my arms.
When I awoke I was mistaken. These prison walls were all around.
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Two years ago, it seems a long time, that`s when I was free and on my own.
But here I am behind that stockade. I wish to God they`d take me home.
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I`ll tell you, buddy, I won`t mind.