Be the Wolf


Run like hell, Jim, they won’t catch you
Dogs are comin’, night is falling

And the flowers died on the northbound side
And I could care less – this branded man’s headed west

Think I’ll start robbing again – steal a car and a bottle of Jim
Head for the edge of town westbound, hammer down

And the flowers died on the northbound side
And I could care less – this branded man’s headed west

I’ve gotta lay my head down
Gotta lay it down, my head is ringing
That crooked judge stole three years from me
I’ll live and die a judge, you must know, you must know
A thousand books, ten thousand crooks

Helicopters are circling, foot soldiers are closing in
State police shoot to kill, night falls in the Tennessee hills

Run, Jim – be the wolf

Outta gas, outta money, outta time, outta crime

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