I need a baby to keep me sedated I can't keep runnin' my people, I'm crazy I can't keep goin' to jail, that's fugazi Ain't no more fraud, now I'm legally bankin' Nevada won't even accept me in Vegas You can't keep runnin' 'round here like you made it

Dreams of fucking an R&B bitch I'm just playing, but I'm saying I'm just playing, I'm saying As I sit back relax, steam a blunt, sip a Becks Think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex I'd probably go to jail for fucking Patti LaBelle Ooh Regina Belle,

I fell in love in the back of a cop car But there was somethin' bout the way The blue lights were shinin' Bringing out the freedom in your eyes I was too busy watching you Going wild child To be worried about going to jail You were thinking that Running

Ain't living long like this Can't live at all like this,can I baby? They got'em all in the jailhouse baby I look for trouble and I found it son Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun I tried to run but I don't think I can You make one move and you're

They have a hunting season on the rabbit If you shoot him, boy, you go to jail But the season is always open on men Don't nobody need no bail Down in Mississippi Down in Mississippi where I come from Down in Mississippi where I belong

The blue lights were shinin' Bringing out the freedom in your eyes Going wild child To be worried about going to jail You were thinking that Would make a good story I was thinking you were crazy as hell But you were stealing my heart

Dripping beard as cold as hell And the motherfuckers gonna go to jail This Rememo is set for home It's personal but they need to know On a plane, on a plane Off to see the city girls again Only bringing what to carry on, So that you know I won't be long

The blue lights were shinin' Bringing out the freedom in your eyes Going wild child To be worried about going to jail You were thinking that Would make a good story I was thinking you were crazy as hell But you were stealing my heart

Everybody dies famous in a small town Every grandma, in-law, ex-girlfriend maybe knows it just a little too well Whether you're late for church or you're stuck in jail Hey, word's gonna get around Every last one, route one, rural heart's got a story to

I don't wanna die in a Super 8 motel Just because somebody's evening didn't go so well If I ever get back to Bristol I'm better off sleeping in the county jail Don't wanna die in a Super 8 motel Having such a sweet night Audience was just right Drinking