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