Gettin’ on the road again feelin’ mighty low slidin’ by like a rattlesnake just west of Texaco I been keepin’ quiet since old Clyde done flipped the car took a bridge they hadn’t built and I might not ever walk
Papers say we’re livin’ large but it’s no life at all we’re wanted ‘cross three states and we can’t hardly stop for lunch tried to rest at a tourist court in the middle of July we left with a bullet in Buck’s head and glass in Blanche’s eye
They call me suicide Sal but honey I don’t smoke cigars it was just a joke you know and I never shot no one three years on the run just about all a girl can do honey if you’re goin’ down I’m goin’ down with you
Hidin’ in an old carnival when someone called the law ‘round and ‘round like a carousel and Buck and Blanche got caught now they got a bounty on my head like all the rest they’re closin’ in like death but man they haven’t caught us yet
Well I ain’t so bad no sir I never laughed at death I been thinkin’ hard ‘bout what I done and God I do repent. Through the pines of Louisiana Clyde was drivin’ fast I took a long deep break who knew that it would be my last •Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
