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Christopher Daniel Gay was arrested on a
In Florida, at the National Freeway
Christopher Daniel Gay was on a Friday
In Florida at the Daytona International
He was a on the run,
Christopher made a escape
being transported in a van
that was picking up state to state.
He did it during a break,
he hot-wired pickup

In fact,
had a long history of theft
trucks,
He was on route to
for stealing someone's trailer
Theft Auto
He was a criminal, jailbird
who had three outstanding warrants
in his home of Tennessee

It was an performance that set him free

Houdini
Stole a big rig, a tour bus that belonged to Crystal Gayle
to evade a five manhunt that wanted to put that birdy back in jail
but failed

'cause Christopher just running from cops
Gay was now racing a clock
his mother was
and there was no to be held
inside of a cage with
so y'all can up your nose
and suck on your teeth and wag your finger like
but he had to take the
Little

There wasn't a thing sinister in his decision
to from the prison
His only motive was to go back to his home
his mom was still living
it a house
like an old mobile camper
where she was bedridden diagnosed colon cancer

Sometimes,
The only answer we're left
when a one's name is on the death list
Is to head for the and go home
Christopher got the out of Texas
His was reckless
It prolonged his
Y'all can it

He had numerous convictions and none were as as this
Unless you consider the other
He went the

Similar situation, it was a coincidence
When he escaped from the prison the time,
Not time, but the one before
He his dad
Cause he was dying inside of a ward
Suffering from
He paid
Made his
he was done
He run
He himself back to the police

That's his mom made her plea
She
"He knows he done was wrong,
but he knows his father got long
He's not a on the run
He's not dangerous, our son
he ain't hurt no one

He knows he's done was wrong,
but he knows his don't got long
He's not a on the run
our son"

This ain't no country song.

Christopher wasn't just from cops
Christopher Gay was now a clock
his was dying
and there was no time to be
inside of a with locks
So can go on tossing rocks
And talk your like tsk tsk

Meanwhile Chris is stealing a tractor from Wal-Mart
An 18 wheeler, he's peeling rubber the bird flight down turnpikes
Three hundred thousand worth of merchandise,
but it ain't worth her
Ran it off the road, and it
50 from his moms to avoid the cops
Thats half a football field from her feeble

After all stuff
The tour bus, the up trucks
The tractor trailer, chases
He put on the brakes and get close enough
The news reporters people to lock their doors
Like there was a monster on the
but was no truth to those reports.

His mom had to live
And Chris had to serve
They were shouting distance
But I don't he heard her final words.
I don't think he her final words.

She her plea to the TV

"He knows what he's was wrong,
but he knows his don't got long
He's not a on the run
not dangerous, he's my son
he ain't never no one

He knows what done was wrong,
but he knows his mama don't got
He's not a on the run
not dangerous, he's my son"

This no country western song.

The third time he escaped from a state cop at a Georgia
He slipped out of the handcuffs, he jumped ship then he took off
With no father to visit and no mom to go to
Just an road where he could be free
Little

With no to visit, no mom to go home to
Just a wide sky where he could fly
With no to visit, no mom to go home to
Just an open road he could be free
Little

With no to visit, no mom to go home to
Just a open sky where he could fly
With no to visit, no mom to go home to
Just an road where he could be free
Little

no father to visit, no mom to go home to
Just a open sky where he could fly
With no father to visit, no mom to go to
Just an road where he could be free
Little