out on the highway son be carefulnyour mother sure loves younsmell of liquor and gasolinenyou knew then what you were born to donthey put Roosevelt in officenthey took the farm the family had to gonwe don’t have to do much farmingnfor the corn mash, or the copper, or the oak treesnntwo years ago this april n‘bout the time when he made that first runnit was just to Carolina nbut I was thinking this awful thing I’d donenback home in Kentucky it was sundown nwhen he slipped right through the doornand he was wide eyed and sweatynand he said he would be ready by the mornin’nnwe made whiskey in the morningnwe made whiskey morning, noon, and nightnwhen you were at home it was the only sleepnyour mother got at nightnshe’d just sit there by the windowncrying boy oh when you comin’ homenat night I see her there on her knees and in her prayersnshe says oh Jesus don’t leave us here alonennsixty miles an hour after midnightnyou’re o’er that county linenwere patrol cars in the bushesnand they were waiting for just the right timenthey turned the lights on in the curvenand the Plymouth started swerving left to rightnand it sounded like a cannon nas the shotguns ripped apart the nightnnlet his soul rest in Kentuckynwhere he won’t have to be lucky anymorenI can still here him laughingnbout the police he outrun the night beforenthe bullets in his doornout on the highway son be carefulnyour mother sure loves you