I'm an Indian outlaw Half Cherokee and Choctaw My baby she's a Chippewa She's one of a kind All my friends call me Bear Claw Village cheatin' is my paw-paw He gets his orders from my maw-may She makes him walk the line You can find me in my wigwam

The big man arrives Disco dancers greet him Plainclothes cops greet him Small town, big man, fresh lipstick glistening Sophomore jive From victims of typewriters The band sounds like typewriters The big man he's not listening His eyes hold Edith

Thank God for hometowns Thank God for the county lines that welcome you back in When you were dying to get out Thank God for church pews And all the faces that won’t forget you You got somewhere to go and get found And when you’re lost out in this crazy

Choppa won't miss a nigga Hundred round drum killin' everybody Pew Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew! Yeah! We ain't wasting no time (Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Splat, splat, splat, woo! She hop on the dick and she split Hop on my dick like a bitch

You ain't talkin' to Mrs. Jones You speakin' to Miss Wilson now Who's that knockin' on that door You better get away from that door I don't know nobody named Jones You're in the right church, brother, but the wrong pew pew Sam Jones left his lawful wife,

Whiskey or the Bible A shot glass or revival When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence People act like you don't make sense These big town dreams that I've been chasin' Will never come true if I wind up stayin' And I don't want to fall in

Pull up and wet the block (Pew) Sippin' on lean, that's Wock' (Lean) All on my dick, she won't stop, yah (Bitch) I told her to give me some slop (Neck) Pull up, we drop the top (Top) My niggas, they pop a lot (Pop) Cannot fuck with ops (Never) Walk

Every back road, we've ever gone down Friday night bleachers, Sunday pews Ain't a county line mile without a memory of you Every whisper, every room, I walk in Every time the bartender fills it up again Everybody knows why I'm here, and you ain't around

Head, cars, bending Drink, fuck, spew Telephone you If you're alone in your room, what's that boy doing? Keep your voice low Stop looking at my friends They get exactly what you say Can we go now? Not staying 'til the end

Wish I could find forgiveness It ain't hiding in no bottle on a shelf I can't feel it on some Sunday morning pew pew The peace I need so desperately Is buried in the one place I can't get to Girl, it's gotta come from you Or lying in the bed of someone else