Well, I was out thumbing, Arkansas just doing nothing, trying to find a little meaning to mind

You were sitting pretty, like a prayer from Mississippi, River cutting through the countryside

I was running, the law won't get me

If Lord willing, the devil won't catch me

Well you were selling peaches by the Carolina beaches, said your spirit only needed a light

Before I even know it, you're a Cinderella blowing smoke through my passenger side

And we're running, the law won't get us

If Lord willing, the devil won't catch us

So give it up for the angel band

Dial spinning through American land

Just keep talking, I'll hold your hand

 'Cause I'm your woman and you're my man

Well even if we’re rocking to the skeeters and the froggins, oh, I'll tell about my baby, Lord

We won't stay long, no, we'll finish our song, you know the truck keeps four on the floor

And we're running, the law won't get us

If Lord willing, the devil won't catch us

We'll be running, the law won't get us

If Lord willing, the devil won't catch us

The devil won't catch us

No, the devil won't catch us

The devil won't