Every nights another bar and a bottle in my hand
These cheap cigars, they burn my lungs, but I don't give a damn
All the sins I've made in the time, I ought to be dead by now
I'm drivin' down this road, just keep on headin' south
'Cause I'm comin' down off a runaway high
These cops are on my tail, but I don't really mind
'Cause I could be gone in the blink of an eye
So, what's one more sin before I reach the Baton bayou
See you met a good old man down in the sticks
He was lookin' sharp as a knife, hell, he's probably thirty-six
Well, he crossed my path, so I pulled out my old six shot
Then I put a piece of lead right through his heart
'Cause I'm comin' down off a runaway high
These cops are on my tail, but I don't really mind
'Cause I could be gone in the blink of an eye
So, what's one more sin before I reach the Baton bayou
I'm comin' down off a runaway high
These cops are on my tail, but I don't really mind
'Cause I could be gone in the blink of an eye
So, what's one more sin before I reach the Baton bayou