becky's bible - Chris Knight

Empty beer bottles

Rattle on my pistol

On the seat of my Chevy pick up truck

And I’m taking these gravel roads

As fast as my truck will go

I’m running like a scared whitetail buck

It was an all night card game

With Earl Ray and Bobby

And some ol' boy they worked with from Adair

That boy didn’t like me

Then he said I was cheatin

Gun shots rang out on the midnight air

I dont wanna see the day light

But my Becky’s alone tonight

I wonder if shes waiting up for me

I’m gonna hide out in the bottom

Where I hunted deer and turkey

I know that swamp like the back of my hand

Hell I was born and raised here

Just wanted to be a good ol' boy

Never thought I’d ever be a wanted man

But soon they gonna catch me

Ain’t no way around that

Cause I dont 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 died

I dont wanna see the daylight

But my Becky’s alone tonight

I wonder if she’s waiting up for me

Sometime tomorrow morning

When I ought to be fishing

They’ll probably be haulin' me in

I’ll be sittin in the jail house

No need to be wishing

I’ll ever get to fish the Green River again

I’ll be prayin for some daylight

Cause my Becky’s alone tonight

I wonder if she’s waiting up for me

I wonder if shes waiting up for me