Lyrics

'Cause I been travelin' this road alone And tell my mama I ain't comin' back home I said it's fine bury me with a bottle of Jack My .45 cocked still in my lap The law man want me dead (Let 'em know they ain't takin' me alive) The law man want me dead (Let 'em know they ain't takin' me alive) I said it's fine bury me with a bottle of Jack My .45 cocked still in my lap The law man want me dead It's a vicious cycle throw a suitcase in my El Camino and then I get the rifle Mama know I ain't comin' back this time, she standin' on the porch cryin' while she grip the Bible Blood shed could be in order my babies ready to ride and I'm comin' for her Didn't mean to fall in love with the sheriff's daughter But that asshole feels like he can't support her He gonna learn today ask for her hand in marriage Tried to do this thing the earnest way He had the nerve to say over my dead body Be the only way well he should be concerned today 'Cause I'm comin' to get her without an invitation Been anticipating this altercation so he can reassess this situation But I'm on my way that's all I'm sayin' APB out on my truck Go ahead and rev my cruisin' up Let 'em all know I'm quick as hell Hit him like Richard, Jeff, and Dale Many might not be racin' fans Smoke them peas like honey baked ham Choke three nine three piston cams Two front tires tryin' to make a stand I'll be damned you hand cuff me Colt .45 might disagree Ain't it kinda funny how the shotgun Rides shotgun like a triple OG If you know me you know my mama Wants my guns just like Obama But I can't do that No way I straight up bang lets regulate 'Cause I been travelin' this road alone And tell my mama I ain't comin' back home I said it's fine bury me with a bottle of Jack My .45 cocked still in my lap The law man want me dead (Let 'em know they ain't takin' me alive) The law man want me dead (Let 'em know they ain't takin' me alive) I said it's fine bury me with a bottle of Jack My .45 cocked still in my lap The law man want me dead 'Cause I been pissed you can sense this Bets off when I walk through the entrance Never watch my mouth or regret shit I wreck shit I got a death wish This bar right here I set this You better withdraw I check shit Better back step 'cause I crack necks You're the one way ticket to your last breath I got problems nope no medications I got a duffle bag full of all the heads I've taken Think I'll stop now boy you dead mistaken I got hair triggers man I'm gettin' aggravated White boy went nuts now he actin' shady Law man want me dead 'cause I'm catchin' cases And I ain't goin' back in you can tell 'em all then This time I'm goin' out with a bang (bang) Lookin' at the clock it's 8:05 Everything gonna stop and it ain't no lie Even those boys said I ain't gonna ride Better fight or run 'cause it ain't gonna fly I'm gonna ride 'til the end 'til the days go by Them corners won't bend and I can't go right to then end of the tunnel Man that ain't no lie they ain't no sinner got a halo right Steady roll out, roll out keep it movin' don't look back You better hold now hold now 'cause them boys are all unstrapped You better slow down slow down I don't think you wanna do that 'Cause when it go down go down some of us ain't comin' back 'Cause I been travelin' this road alone And tell my mama I ain't comin' back home I said it's fine bury me with a bottle of Jack My .45 cocked still in my lap The law man want me dead The law man want me dead I said it's fine bury me with a bottle of Jack My .45 cocked still in my lap The law man want me dead (Let 'em know they ain't takin' me alive) The law man want me dead (Let 'em know they ain't takin' me alive) I said it's fine bury me with a bottle of Jack My .45 cocked still in my lap The law man want me dead 'Cause I been travelin' this road alone And tell my mama I ain't comin' back home I said it's fine bury me with a bottle of Jack My .45 cocked still in my lap The law man want me dead (Let 'em know they ain't takin' me alive) The law man want me dead (Let 'em know they ain't takin' me alive) I said it's fine bury me with a bottle of Jack My .45 cocked still in my lap The law man want me dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead)
Writer(s): Brian Andrew King, Robert Clayton Sharpe, Ryan Michael Fleming, Wesley David Breit, Dustin Michael Bennett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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