Chris Knight
Beckys Bible
Empty beer bottles rattle on my pistol
On the seat of my Chevy pickup truck
I'm taking these gravel roads
fast as my truck will go
I'm running like a scared white tail buck
It was an all night card game with Earl Ray and Bobby
And some old boy they work with from Adair
That boy didn't like me then he said I was cheating
gunshots rang out on the midnight air
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I don't want to see the daylight
But my Becky's alone tonight
I wonder if she's waiting up for me
I’m gonna hide out in the bottoms
Where I hunted deer and turkeys
I know that swamp like the back of my hand
Hell I was born and raised here
Just wanted to be a good old boy
never thought I'd ever be a wanted man
Well soon they're gonna catch me,
Ain't no way around that
Cause I don't know any other place to hide
I wonder if Becky's bible is still in the glove box
Cause I'm sure gonna need it if that boy dies
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Sometime tomorrow morning
When I ought to be fishing
They'll probably be hauling me in
I'll be sitting in the jail house
no need to be wishing
That I'll ever get to fish the Green river again
I'll be praying for some daylight
While my Becky's alone at night
I wonder if she's waiting up for me
I wonder if she's waiting up for me