Good Gracious

Head full of crazy

and a belly full of Tanqueray

Well I'm flying down the highway

Trying to make a getaway

Cause I held up a station for cigarettes and money

on highway 203

Now I'm up ahead of every cop in Shelburne County

Oh good gracious me

Oh good gracious me

Red and blue lights

closer than they might appear

Well I'd sooner meet the devil

than have a judge gimme twenty years

The young fella came up firing from behind the counter

Winchester .33

Well I was aiming for his shoulder but I caught him in the belly

Oh good gracious me

Oh good gracious me

Well you win some

you lose some

Buddy it's the hand of fate

Thought that I was holding aces

But the mounties they were holdin' a straight

They tossed out the spikes and they gutted my wheels 

rolled my pickup right into the sea

Oh why'd I have to buy a crooked Smith & Wesson

Oh good gracious me

Oh good gracious me

Oh good gracious me

Oh good gracious me