On the Run

When I grew up Way up north on that clay dirt Under that red sun My dad told me, "Listen here, boy Life ain't always gonna be fun" Now I live my life on the run Hand on my head, one on the gun Momma said, "What happened to you, my son? Why you always on the run?" Momma, take a seat Lean back while I call us a drink Father, where you been? God above knows of all our sins Now I live my life on the run Hand on the clip, one on the gun Did you miss me enough to drink Drink enough to miss your only son? Momma, I'm sorry For what that man has donе to you Father, this is it God above knows what you did Lord, forgive mе For all the sin I must Commit Now I'm done livin' on the run Hands on my head, smoke from my gun Now I smell like blood and death alike And Jesus Christ Comin' after me in the Darkest of nights So give your Loved ones A kiss goodnight