Pat Green

Pat Green

Goin' Down In Style
Composição de (Robert Earl Keen)
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Well,I left Houston, Texas on a Gulf Coast hurricane. 
 
I was blowed down by a tornado, washed up by the rain. 
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Well, my pappy wasn't happy with me. He told me to go. 
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So I stole my daddy's Cadilac, headed on down the road. 
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Well, I had a grin from ear to ear with each and every mile. 
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I was headed for the border, man, and I was goin' down in style. 
 
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Well, I hit Corpus Christi and the wind was at my back. 
 
I drove them women crazy in my daddy's Cadilac. 
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Yeah, I'd cruise 'em down that boulevard, treated them like queens. 
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I took 'em all the places that they wanted to be seen 
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And when I had to leave 'em, I'd tell 'em with a smile, 
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"I'm headed for the border, man, and I'm goin' down in style." 
 
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Well, you've gotta take your chances if they ever come along. 
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Just close your eyes and listen to the great big engine whine. 
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And it don't really matter whether you are right or wrong 
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Cause when you cross the border, man, you leave this world behind. 
 
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I stomped down on the peddle, set the cruise control. 
  
Five-hundred ragin' horses beyond by the state parol. 
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Lord, the sirens were ascreamin', lights were flashin' red. 
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There's a dozen more awatin' at the roadblock up ahead. 
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As I scattered them like chickens, I heard one of 'em cry, 
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"He's headed for the border, man, and he's goin' down in style." 
 
 
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Yeah, when you cross the border, you ain't never comin' back. 
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Yeah, and there ain't no redemption when the cops are on your tail. 
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When the closest thing to Heaven is a great big Cadilac, 
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The city lights of Houston, or the firey gates of Hell. 
 
 
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Well, they nailed me on the hill that overlooks the Rio Grande. 
 
And I was feelin' just like Moses lookin' on the Promised Land. 
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Well, they hauled me back to Houston, throwed me in the jail. 
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Well, my mama started cryin' and my daddy paid the bail. 
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Well, I'm sorry not there to hear the outcome of my trial... 
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I'm headed for the border, man, and I'm goin' down in style. 
 
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