Out On The Highway (The Everybodyfields)

Out on the highway son be careful Your mother sure loves you Smell of liquor and gasoline You knew then what you were born to do They put Roosevelt in office They took the farm the family had to go We don't have to do much farming For the corn mash, or the copper, or the oak trees Two years ago this april 'Bout the time when he made that first run It was just to Carolina But I was thinking this awful thing I'd done Back home in Kentucky it was sundown When he slipped right through the door And he was wide eyed and sweaty And he said he would be ready by the mornin' We made whiskey in the morning We made whiskey morning, noon, and night When you were at home it was the only sleep Your mother got at night She'd just sit there by the window Crying boy oh when you comin' home At night I see her there on her knees and in her prayers She says oh Jesus don't leave us here alone Sixty miles an hour after midnight You're o'er that county line Were patrol cars in the bushes And they were waiting for just the right time They turned the lights on in the curve And the Plymouth started swerving left to right And it sounded like a cannon As the shotguns ripped apart the night Let his soul rest in Kentucky Where he won't have to be lucky anymore I can still here him laughing Bout the police he outrun the night before The bullets in his door Out on the highway son be careful Your mother sure loves you