One more drink 'fore he split town, nPulled up in a rose pink cadillacnHe was singin' with the top down girl from the north, nDylan and Johnny CashnHe won the car on a card game listenin' to The Boss, nHe keeps his clothes in a gunney sacknShe said, Tell you what sailor, if you take me outta here, nI'll do anything that you ask,n'Cause I don't wanna die like the people down here nBut I feel that I'm fading fast.nnHe looked over to her chestnut hair, nHe said I don't believe in love.nBut he knew good and well she was the only girl there, nSo he figured it was close enoughnnAnd they hopped in the car, rolled the windows down far,nAnd they headed through the desert plainsnAnd she didn't even mind when they crossed the state line nAnd the sky opened up with rainnAnd they went three states 'fore they even spoke a word, nHe leaned over just to ask her namenShe said, Take me to the 61 highway, sailor, nAnd you can call me Queen Jane,n'Cause the only thing I stole from the town nWas a crown that I took from a beauty queen.nnAnd he looked over to her deep green eyes, nKnew that she was just as cold as himnSo he went to the trunk, grabbed the pistol from inside, nAnd told Janey of his plannnAnd they went to the store she put the gas in the car, nHe came out running with a case of beernAnd he jumped in the back with the money in the sack nAnd Janey she took the wheelnAnd they ran off in a blaze in a sweet summer haze, nTo the bullets of the cashiernYou keep your head down sailor n'cause I might need ya' later, just holler if you can hear,n'Cause I'm gonna need a man, nNot a farmer girl tan and a cadillac souvenir.nnAnd they camped out by the railroad bridge, nAnd they made love all night,nWatched the sun come up over Mercury Ridge, nFrom a hilltop outta sight.nnThey hit five more banks and their small-town safes nAnd they knew that they could get out fastnHad the time of their life but they had to have a talk, n'cause they knew that it couldn't lastnThey made friends with the man at the Mexico border, nAnd they left him with a bag of cashnShe said, I tell you what, sailor, nI don't care about that paper nBut I'm happy that we passed,n'Cause I'm feeling pretty tired nAnd I'm carrying a child and we both need a rest.nnAnd they settled down to a house near the water, nWhere they would live to be old and graynAnd many years later and the kids are all older, nAnd they tell 'em 'bout the good ole' days.