| Well momma’s in the kitchen cooking Irish stew
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| Daddy’s in the hollow and he’s cooking something too
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| Daddy makes a whiskey, momma say the prayer
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| I fly up and down the backroads
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| It’s a family affair
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| And I know the day is coming
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| My luck will run its course
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| Got to slow down with a woman
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| Ride a faster horse
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| If a bullet doesn’t find me
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| They’ll let me rot in jail
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| Scat cat, you’ve got gravy on your tail
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| Now the old man’s hard on my Momma, but he’s harder on his son
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| Momma always told me first chance that you get boy, cut and run
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| I got whiskey in the backseat, momma it’ll be alright
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| I got one more run I got to make, a little rough tonight
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| And I know the day is coming
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| My luck will run its course
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| Got to slow down with a woman
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| Ride a faster horse
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| If a bullet doesn’t find me
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| They’ll let me rot in jail
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| Scat cat, you’ve got gravy on your tail
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| Now wrong ain’t always wicked
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| Law ain’t always right
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| If a young man has a breaking point
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| Then the lawman has a price
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| I let the sheriff catch me
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| I got a pistol too
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| I made him an offer that he could not refuse
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| We took that load of whiskey
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| We went to Little Rock
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| I left him handcuffed at the airport
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| Long term parking lot
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| And I know the day is coming
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| My luck will run its course
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| Got to slow down with a woman
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| Ride a faster horse
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| If a bullet doesn’t find me
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| They’ll let me rot in jail
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| Scat cat, you’ve got gravy on your tail |