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They would have lynched me / Had I not been secretly hurried away / To the jail at Peoria.
And yet I was going peacefully home, / Carrying my jug, a little drunk, / When Logan, the marshal, halted me, / Called me a drunken hound and shook me, / And, when I cursed him for it, struck me / With that Prohibition loaded cane --
All this before I shot him.
They would have hanged me except for this:
My lawyer, Kinsey Keene, was helping to land / Old Thomas Rhodes for wrecking the bank, / And the judge was a friend of Rhodes / And wanted him to escape, / And Kinsey offered to quit on Rhodes / For fourteen years for me.
And the bargain was made. I served my time / And learned to read and write.