Intro At 14 I was on the run I stole the family car Drove that Impala north and I rode it hard D They caught me stealin' groceries in Beebe Arkansas Judge said you're guilty as charged Said son I know exactly what you are. You're just a bastard straight out of Texas You've been guilty since birth You're just a bastard out of Texas And where I 'm standin' you're guiltier than most Shacked up with a girl down from Omaha One morning she said I ain't gonna pay your rent no more She gave me this little speech while I was broken down on the wooden floor Said I ain't taken it no more She said "boy, I know exactly what you are" Chorus Solo Driving down I-35 on vapors and Mad Dog Slid across that border into the sand's of Mexico had a simple plan with pockets of cash ready to burn My plan was flawed and I crashed G down hard They said we've seen you act before Chorus These guys are great. Pure cranked-up country! Please direct all suggestions, corrections, additions, and cussins to The Big L ([email protected])