Well, I'm gonna pick you up in Edna's old pickup truck

We'll head down the Red River

Throw us a line or two, catch us a brown or blue

Get your wife a flathead dinner

And innocent boys get meaner

Just when them trees get greener

Soon as you cross the state line

So if they come lookin', tell 'em I'm on the run again

Chasin' the sun again out of my mind

They come lookin', tell 'em that I died again

Crossin' state lines again, wishin' I was home

Boys hang around the bend, watch when you're crossin' them

Thеy can smell a Sooner from a mile away

Thеy sit with six-shooters on their chairs and their coolers

And forget them things work both ways

38 caliber leads to a massacre

I was a traveler last May

I beat him so badly, had to hide out in Jersey

With my dog Jack and best friend Ray

So if they come lookin', tell 'em I'm on the run again

Chasin' the sun again out of my mind

If they come lookin', tell 'em that I died again

Crossin' state lines again, prayin' for more time

Well, I'm gonna pick you up in Edna's old pickup truck

We'll head down the Red River

Throw us a line or two, catch us a brown or blue

Get your wife a flathead dinner