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