George Jones – Ol' Red lyrics

Caught my wife with another man
Now I'm doin' ninety-nine
At a prison down in Georgia
Close to the Florida line.
I've been here for twelve long years
And I finally made the warder my friend
So he sentenced me to a life of ease
Takin' care of ol' Red.
Now ol' red he's a dangerous dog
This old boy has ever seen
He's got a nose that can smell a two day trail
Lord, he's a four legged tracking machine.
Just consider yourself mighty lucky
To get past the gators and the quicksand beds
But all these years that I've been here
Ain't nobody got past Red.