| Empty beer bottles
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| Rattle on my pistol
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| On the seat of my Chevy pick up truck
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| And I’m taking these gravel roads
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| As fast as my truck will go
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| I’m running like a scared whitetail buck
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| It was an all night card game
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| With Earl Ray and Bobby
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| And some ol' boy they worked with from Adair
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| That boy didn’t like me
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| Then he said I was cheatin
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| Gun shots rang out on the midnight air
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| I dont wanna see the day light
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| But my Becky’s alone tonight
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| I wonder if shes waiting up for me
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| I’m gonna hide out in the bottom
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| Where I hunted deer and turkey
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| I know that swamp like the back of my hand
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| Hell I was born and raised here
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| Just wanted to be a good ol' boy
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| Never thought I’d ever be a wanted man
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| But soon they gonna catch me
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| Ain’t no way around that
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| Cause I dont know any other place to hide
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| I wonder if Becky’s Bible is still in the glove box
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| Cause I’m sure gonna need it if that boy died
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| I dont wanna see the daylight
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| But my Becky’s alone tonight
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| I wonder if she’s waiting up for me
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| Sometime tomorrow morning
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| When I ought to be fishing
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| They’ll probably be haulin' me in
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| I’ll be sittin in the jail house
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| No need to be wishing
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| I’ll ever get to fish the Green River again
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| I’ll be prayin for some daylight
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| Cause my Becky’s alone tonight
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| I wonder if she’s waiting up for me
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| I wonder if shes waiting up for me |