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?
