Every night's another bar and a bottle in my hand

These cheap cigars, they burn my lungs, but I don't give a damn

All the sins I've made and the time I ought to be dead by now

I'm driving down this road, just keep on heading South

'Cause I'm coming down off a runaway high

These cops are on my tail, but I don't really mind

'Cause I could be gone in the blink of an eye

So, what's one more sin before I reach the Baton bayou?

She met her a good old man down in the sticks

He was lookin' sharp as a knife, hell, he's probably 36

Well, he crossed my path, so I pull out my old six shot

Then I put a piece of lead right through his heart

'Cause I'm coming down off a runaway high

These cops are on my tail, but I don't really mind

'Cause I could be gone in the blink of an eye

So, what's one more sin before I reach the Baton bayou?

An' I'm coming down off a runaway high

These cops are on my tail, but I don't really mind

'Cause I could be gone in the blink of an eye

So, what's one more sin before I reach the Baton bayou?