You Better Run, Son

Jars in the backseat

Foot to the floor

Toeing the county line

That corn makes the right kind of clear

And you ain't far behind

You hit the ditch

And son of a bitch

They ain't taking you alive

You better run

You better run

You better run, son

Oh, you better run

You better run

You better run

You better run, now

Lord, you better run

You can blame it on the lightning

You can blame it on the sun

Just get gone now

'Cause Lord, you better run

She skipped the pew for a backseat view

Showing her Sunday best

When a knock on the door

When church rang out

Stood there a preacher man

Said, "Son you ready to see the light

With a shotgun on your ass"

You better run

You better run

You better run, son

Lord, you better run

Better run

You better run

You better run, now

Lord you better run

You can blame it on the big man

You can blame it on the gun

Just get gone now

'Cause Lord you better run

Eighteen years down to the day

Stood my flesh and blood

Scared to death, white in the face

Lord, what have I become?

Said, "Take my keys and take my money

I won't tell them what you've done"

You better run

You better run

You better run, son

Lord, you better run

Better run

You better run

You better run, now

Lord, you better run

Blame it on the living

You can blame it on the blood

Just get gone now

'Cause Lord, you better run

Mmm, you better run

Yeah

You better run