That Old Red Courthouse, Dallas town
Sitting in the lobby just a feeling down

Old red courthouse, how you’ve done me wrong
I asked for justice, you make me wait so long

I asked for truth, you gave me lies
I asked for hope, you made me cry

One of these days’ boys, I won’t be found
Of courts and lawyers, I won’t be around

Gotta catch a train, I’m freedom bound
I’m gonna get out of this Dallas town

I’ve got the Old Red Courthouse blues
You took my life, left me in ruins

Copyright © John McGlynn