Back in the days when a wagon ran the mail
Johnny was the sheriff and he packed the county jail
He climbed fences with his shotgun in the night
He was looking for the man who made the shine

The men who made the whiskey were always on the run
Only surrendered at the blast of Johnny's gun
Sometimes he sat in a cornfield like a scarecrow
Until he caught them with their liquid pot of gold

They say old Johnny could walk 100 miles
Over the mountain before the sun would rise
Making sure the that bad guys never won
Keeping order in this county with a gun

Johnny kept 'em runnin' in the wind & rain
Back in those days he earned a dime a day
If you tried to run from Johnny and his hound
Ten days later you'd be six feet in the ground

Chorus: Time to run again
In the black of night
Cross the river
Got nowhere to hide/Where you gonna hide
Try to make it
Across the county line
Sun is coming up and............
Johnny's right behind