Angel took the cross, hung it round his neck

He’s betting over 300 this year

And there’s talk of Scouts making trips

From deeper in the southwest

His uncles all warned him about messing with white girls

But he always liked them the best

There’s some things you can’t outrun

It don’t matter how far you come

Or how well you run the race

You’re gonna have to come face to face

With the thing that you’ve always known to be true

That you buried inside of you

Some fit the mold likе a book on the shelf

Some arе hard wired for something else

Chocolate and vanilla swirls

There’s gonna be a little girl

And nothing anyone can say

Could stop her from taking your

name in the backyard that day

But in a six month deployment

An awful lot can change in you

She gets quiet

The distance cuts you in two

When you came home with cold blood to a dream that came true

Man you felt the wrong fire

Put em in the rear view

But there’s some things you can’t outrun

It don’t matter how far you come

Or how well you run the race

You’re gonna have to come face to face

With the thing that you’ve always known to be true

That you buried inside of you

Some fit the mold like a book on the shelf

Some are hard wired for something else

Angel’s little cousin moves black tar and speed

From Tucson up to Salt Lake

It was a whole lot more than the Navy