On the Run

When I grew up
Way up north on that clay dirt
Under that red sun
My dad told me, "Listen here, boy
Life ain't always gonna be fun"

Now I live my life on the run
Hand on my head, one on the gun
Momma said, "What happened to you, my son?
Why you always on the run?"

Momma, take a seat
Lean back while I call us a drink
Father, where you been?
God above knows of all our sins

Now I live my life on the run
Hand on the clip, one on the gun
Did you miss me enough to drink
Drink enough to miss your only son?

Momma, I'm sorry
For what that man has donе to you
Father, this is it
God above knows what you did

Lord, forgive mе
For all the sin I must
Commit

Now I'm done livin' on the run
Hands on my head, smoke from my gun
Now I smell like blood and death alike
And Jesus Christ

Comin' after me in the
Darkest of nights
So give your
Loved ones
A kiss goodnight