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.
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.
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.
I'll tell you, buddy, I won't mind.