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?
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 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?