Run The Ridges

<br>John Stewart<br><br>Well, I hope to tell you, Johnny, that I lay that rifle down but leave the noose and the calaboose and headed for another town.<br><br>Well, I`ve got your name in San Jose and your picture`s there to see.<br>And they`re shootin` men in Texas just because they look like me.<br><br>Chorus:<br>And we will run the ridges of our green land Tennessee<br>And we will hide for forty years if that`s what`s meant to be, meant to be, meant to be.<br>Meant to be, meant to be, meant to be.<br><br>Maybe we could try Mexico and cross the desert sand,<br>But they`re guardin` `cross the border `case we swim the Rio Grande<br><br>(Chorus)<br><br>Well, they`ll rope and tie you, Johnny, and they`ll throw you to the ground<br>And they`ll let you hang a week or two `fore they cut your body down.<br><br>(Chorus)