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out on the highway son be carefulyour mother sure loves yousmell of liquor and gasolineyou knew then what you were born to dothey put Roosevelt in officethey took the farm the family had to gowe don't have to do much farmingfor the corn mash, or the copper, or the oak treestwo years ago this april bout the time when he made that first runit was just to Carolina but I was thinking this awful thing I'd doneback home in Kentucky it was sundown when he slipped right through the doorand he was wide eyed and sweatyand he said he would be ready by the mornin'we made whiskey in the morningwe made whiskey morning, noon, and nightwhen you were at home it was the only sleepyour mother got at nightshe'd just sit there by the windowcrying boy oh when you comin' homeat night I see her there on her knees and in her prayersshe says oh Jesus don't leave us here aloneSongtextesixty miles an hour after midnightyou're o'er that county linewere patrol cars in the bushesand they were waiting for just the right timethey turned the lights on in the curveand the Plymouth started swerving left to rightand it sounded like a cannon as the shotguns ripped apart the nightlet his soul rest in Kentuckywhere he won't have to be lucky anymoreI can still here him laughingbout the police he outrun the night beforethe bullets in his doorout on the highway son be carefulyour mother sure loves you Aus Songtexte Mania