"RUNNIN' FROM THE LAW"

 © 2013 Oliver John-Rodgers (OJR) 

Pack all your things 

And turn off the lights 

I’ll fill up the tank, babe 

We’re leavin’ tonight 

We’re gonna do this thing right 

We’re gonna live that old outlaw life 

You got yer feet up on the dashboard 

Yer hand down in my lap 

We’re gunnin' for the wide road 

Got no need for maps 

This new paint job 

Gonna take us there at last 

Now we’re runnin’ from the law 

Drivin’ southbound fast 

Now we’re runnin’ from the law 

With our cash in the bags 

Now we’re runnin’ from the law 

And mama... 

Ain’t no turnin’ back! 

If we make it down to Texas 

We can hide out till June 

I got a friend in Gun Barrel City 

Who sleeps in his boots 

He’ll let us drown out the blues 

Out there, in the shine of the old moon 

I can hear the wolves howl loud! 

I can hear the sirens roar! 

Keep my ring on your thin finger 

Till we fall to the floor 

Mama, love is our judge 

And death our only court 

Now we’re runnin’ from the law 

Drivin’ southbound fast 

Now we’re runnin’ from the law 

With our cash in the bags 

Now we’re runnin’ from the law 

And mama... 

Ain’t no turnin’ back! 

[Spoken] 

La señorita and I made it down round 

Near the free edge of México 

Pushin’ 130, pressin’ hard 

Shootin’ hot toward Nuevo Laredo 

Till some gangbangin’ boys in blue caught up 

They was flyin’ fresh outta San Antone 

Now, my lady done got a bad eye 

So I’m drunk as a skunk on the road 

We go racin’ to our graves 

Singin’ 'long to the radio 

Mister George Jones croons low 

When just then 

I hear a heavy bullet hit home 

Now I’m runnin’ from the law 

Drivin’ straight to hell fast 

Now I’m runnin’ from the law 

With our cash in the bags 

We went runnin’ from the law 

And mama 

...She never turned back