My name’s James Lucas Deer, I was born in Remington
Now my home is Richfield prison, where I pay for the wrongs I done
Once, I was free and on the streets of Indiana when I was twenty-two
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, 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 Oxford, 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