Well momma’s in the kitchen cooking Irish stew
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Daddy’s in the hall and he’s cooking something too
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Daddy makes a whiskey, momma say the prayer
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I fly up and down the backroads
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It’s a family affair
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And I know the day is coming
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My luck will run its course
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Got to slow down with a woman
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Ride a faster horse
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If Bullet doesn’t find me
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They’ll let me rot in jail
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Scat cat, you’ve got gravy on your tail
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Momma always told me first chance that you get boy, cut and run
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I got whiskey in the backseat, momma it’ll be alright
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I got one more run I got to make, a little rough tonight
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And I know the day is coming
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My luck will run its course
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Got to slow down with a woman
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Ride a faster horse
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If Bullet doesn’t find me
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They’ll let me rot in jail
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Scat cat, you’ve got gravy on your tail
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Now law ain’t always wicked
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Law ain’t always right
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If a young man has a breaking point
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Then the lawman has a price
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I let the sheriff catch me
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I got a pistol too
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I made him an offer that he could not refuse
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We took that load of whiskey
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We went to Little Rock
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I left him handcuffed at the airport
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Long term fucking lot
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And I knew the day was coming
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My luck would run its course
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Never slowed down with a woman
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Never found a faster horse
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But Bullet didn’t find me
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I ain’t rotting in no jail
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Scat cat, you’ve got gravy on your tail
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Gravy, scat cat
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Scat Cat
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| Toby Keith |
