Quick Joey Small went over the wall With a ball an' 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 loot to boot He headed for the highway With his chain still draggin' He thumbed down a wagon said "Man are you goin' my way?" And they say now Run Joey, Joey run run the hounds are on your trail Jump-up! Jump-up! 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) He'd bust your head with one whack Here I go now 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 (and they say now) Sheriff Jack Bains was a light on brains But he knew one thing for sure He took some tuffs and a pair of handcuffs And headed straight for Mary Jane's door And they say . . .