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Christopher Daniel Gay was on a Friday
In Florida, at the National Freeway
Christopher Daniel Gay was on a Friday
In at the Daytona International Speedway
He was a on the run,
made a quick escape
while being 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 to Alabama
for stealing someone's trailer
Grand Auto
He was a career criminal,
who also had outstanding warrants
in his home of Tennessee

It was an outstanding performance set him free

Houdini
Stole a big rig, then a tour bus that to Crystal Gayle
to evade a five state manhunt that wanted to put that birdy back in
but they

'cause Christopher wasn't just from cops
Gay was now racing a clock
his was dying
and was no time to be held
of a cage with locks
so y'all can turn up your
and suck on your teeth and wag your finger like
but he had to take the
Little

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

Sometimes,
The only we're left with
when a one's name is on the death list
Is to for the exits and go home
Christopher got the hell out of
His abandonment was
It his sentence
can forget it

He had convictions and none were as strong as this
you consider the other instance
He the distance

Similar situation, it was a bizarre
he escaped from the prison the first time,
Not this time, but the one
He his dad
Cause he was dying of a mental ward
Suffering from
He respects
Made his
he was done
He run
He returned himself to the police

when his mom made her plea
She
"He knows what he 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 what done was wrong,
but he knows his father got long
not a fugitive on the run
our son"

This no country western song.

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

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

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

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

She her plea to the TV

"He what he's done was wrong,
but he knows his mama got long
not a fugitive on the run
He's not dangerous, my son
he never hurt no one

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

This ain't no country song.

The third time he escaped from a cop at a Georgia pit-stop
He just slipped out of the handcuffs, he jumped ship then he off
no father to visit and no mom to go home to
Just an open road where he could be
Little

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

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

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