Well, I'm gonna pick you up in Edna's old pickup truck We'll head down the Red River Throw us a line or two, catch us a brown or blue Get your wife a flathead dinner And innocent boys get meaner just when them trees get greener Soon as you cross the state line So if they come lookin', tell 'em I'm on the run again Chasin' the Sun again out of my mind They come lookin', tell 'em that I died again Crossin' state lines again, wishin' I was home Boys hang around the bend, watch when you're crossin' them They can smell a Sooner from a mile away They sit with six-shooters on their chairs and their coolers And forget them things work both ways 38 caliber leads to a massacre I was a traveler last May I beat him so badly, had to hide out in Jersey With my dog Jack and best friend Ray So if they come lookin', tell 'em I'm on the run again Chasin' the Sun again out of my mind If they come lookin', tell 'em that I died again Crossin' state lines again, prayin' for more time Well, I'm gonna pick you up in Edna's old pickup truck We'll head down the Red River Throw us a line or two, catch us a brown or blue Get your wife a flathead dinner