This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
Quick Joey Small went over the wall
With a ball and a chain behind him
Quick Joey Small went over the wall
Send the dogs right out to find him
In a striped prison suit with no room to move
He headed for the highway
With his chain still draggin'
He thumbed down a wagon
Said, "Well, you're goin my way?"
And they say now
Run, Joey, Joey, run, run
The hounds are on your trail
Run, Joey, Joey, run, run
They're gonna send you back to jail
Sheriff got a shotgun, he do
He'll fill you full of lead, son, it's true
He's also got a blackjack, he's mad
, too bad
Run, Joey, Joey, run, run
The hounds are on your trail
Sweet Mary Jane was goin' insane
When she heard of Joey's jail break
But she knew all the while 'cause
She sent him a file
Baked inside a fudge cake she said now
Run, Joey, Joey, run, run
The hounds are on your trail
Run, Joey, Joey, run, run
They're gonna send you back to jail
Sheriff Jack Banes was light on brains
But he knew one thing for sure
He took some toughs and a pair of handcuffs
And headed straight for Mary Jane's door
He said now run, Joey, Joey, run, run
The hounds are on your trail
Run, Joey, Joey, run, run
They're gonna send you back to jail
Run, Joey, Joey, run, run
With a ball and a chain behind him
Quick Joey Small went over the wall
Send the dogs right out to find him
In a striped prison suit with no room to move
He headed for the highway
With his chain still draggin'
He thumbed down a wagon
Said, "Well, you're goin my way?"
And they say now
Run, Joey, Joey, run, run
The hounds are on your trail
Run, Joey, Joey, run, run
They're gonna send you back to jail
Sheriff got a shotgun, he do
He'll fill you full of lead, son, it's true
He's also got a blackjack, he's mad
, too bad
Run, Joey, Joey, run, run
The hounds are on your trail
Sweet Mary Jane was goin' insane
When she heard of Joey's jail break
But she knew all the while 'cause
She sent him a file
Baked inside a fudge cake she said now
Run, Joey, Joey, run, run
The hounds are on your trail
Run, Joey, Joey, run, run
They're gonna send you back to jail
Sheriff Jack Banes was light on brains
But he knew one thing for sure
He took some toughs and a pair of handcuffs
And headed straight for Mary Jane's door
He said now run, Joey, Joey, run, run
The hounds are on your trail
Run, Joey, Joey, run, run
They're gonna send you back to jail
Run, Joey, Joey, run, run
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