Crediti
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ashlie Amber Harris
Lyrics
Jonathan Stephen Mullins
Lyrics
Leah Maureen Dana
Lyrics
Bryan Finley McCoury
Lyrics
Matthew Douglas Wynn
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Victor ‘Vdub’ Wilson
Producer
Ashlie Amber Harris
Producer
Testi
Put on a little extra cover up
Ray bans on but they ain't for the sun
A painted on smile to dodge the questions
He comes home a little too late too drunk
Every time's the last time til it's not
A dozen red roses but she ain't forgettin'
Break out, in the dead of night
Full tank, run for her life
Light a cigarette and let the ashes fly
Racin' for the county line
Leavin' all the hell behind
The only way that she'll outrun the devil
Is with her high heel on the pedal
Her phone's blowing up the very next day
Neighbors all asking if they went away
She smiles and says they went to a better place
But that shotgun and shovel sittin' in the back
Tells the real story 'bout where he's at
She'd rather live on the run than in a cage
Break out, in the dead of night
Full tank, run for her life
Light a cigarette and let the ashes fly
Racin' for the county line
Leavin' all the hell behind
The only way that she'll outrun the devil
Is with her high heel on the pedal
Pedal To the metal, down a two lane road
Where she's going, no body knows
A couple hundred dollars and change of clothes
And away she goes
Forgive me father for I have sinned
I know what I did. And I'd do it again
Break out, in the dead of night
Full tank, run for her life
Light a cigarette and let the ashes fly
Racin' for the county line
Leavin' all the hell behind
The only way that she'll outrun the devil, oh yeah
The only wasy that she'll outrun the devil
The only wasy that she'll outrun the devil
Is with her high heel on the pedal
Written by: Ashlie Amber Harris, Bryan Finley McCoury, Jonathan Stephen Mullins, Leah Maureen Dana, Matthew Douglas Wynn
