Four hounds baying on an August night
Flashlights bobbin like a lure with a bite
Tinder dry brush cracking 'neath runnin feet
Hell man, this ain't no late night track meet
Three broke out of prison cells
Gonna run 'till the hounds catch 'em
A bullet downs 'em, or they're free
That's the way it has gotta be
Two death row waiters, one lifer
Where else would they rather be
Bars, clubs and Winchesters are for real
This runnin away from prison's day to day
Makes you feel alive, it's the real deal
In the cell I'm gonna rot or fry
Out here on the run, I'm givin it a try
If I'm gonna say goodbye
Rather do it here on the run
Can't stand no more sittin 'round waitin to fry
Four walls and bars, kissed 'em bye
Hounds gotta run anyway
Regis
Ron
well found pen...with light coming from both sides.
John
Love Tinka
will be the same, but just on another day...
Carole~
Have a great weekend Jon.
:)Christine
Micke
The Green Mile Is On My TV
No Kidding-lol
Your Pen Has Broken Out Of It's Prison!!!
YAY!! :)
Embrassé
Vickie