Copperheads & Crows

Headed up north where there is no law
 As a matter of fact there's no people at all
 Just you and me and a bright blue sky
 A thousand square miles of places to hide
 They might come looking we won't be found
 Keep a round in the chamber and your damn head down
 The backwoods where no one knows
 Nothing out here but copperheads and crows
 Copperheads and crows
 Honey point the way and we can go there
 Got a map to the middle of nowhere
 We'll be out of town with the setting sun
 With a bag full of money and a trunk full of guns
 And now we're taillights and a cloud of dust
 90 miles an hour in a bucket of rust
 The weeds grow high the moonshine flows
 Nothing out here but copperheads and crows