Run Away High

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?