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Sun burns down in a Mississippi tint
Four on the floor and hammer on flint
Floodlights fall, Daisy's got his scent
Hot on his trail, no time to repent
So, run, buddy, run.
Blistered feet on an Alabama line
Dehydration on an under formed mind
A pack of hounds gnashing at him from behind
Lead in his blood and he's out of time
So, run, buddy, run.
Run, buddy, run
With everything you've got under the sun
Run, buddy, run
You're breaking the law without a chance to think
Number six on your list without a chance to blink
You're looking at twenty to life on a six foot bed
You're breaking the law without a chance to think
Number six on your list without a chance to blink
God knows what's going through that head
Polished up badge on a twenty inch screen
The sheriff shot the bastard with the evil instinct
Perfect kind of guy for a politician scheme
Another goddamn page for the Mississippi ink
So, run, buddy, run.
Run, buddy run.
With everything you've got under the sun
Run, buddy, run
You're making the law without a chance to think
Number one on your list without a chance to blink
You've gotta stop the devil from infecting all our heads
You're making the law without a chance to think
Number one on your list without a chance to blink
You better change something before we all end up dead
You're breaking the law without a chance to think
Number six on your list without a chance to blink
You're looking at twenty to life on a six foot bed
Breaking the law without a chance to think
Number six on your list without a chance to blink
I don't think you understand that your god is dead
So, run, buddy, run.
Run, buddy run.
With everything you've got under the sun
Run, buddy, run
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