Christopher Gay was arrested on a Friday In Florida, at the National Freeway Christopher Gay was arrested on a Friday In Florida at the Daytona Speedway He was a on the run, Christopher a quick escape being transported in a van that was picking up convicts to state. He did it a bathroom break, he hot-wired somebody's
In fact, Christopher had a long of theft trucks, He was on to Alabama for stealing travel trailer Grand Theft He was a criminal, jailbird who also had three warrants in his home state of
It was an outstanding performance set him free
Little Stole a big rig, then a tour bus that belonged to Crystal to evade a five state manhunt that wanted to put birdy back in jail but failed
'cause Christopher just running from cops Christopher Gay was now 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 finger like tsk-tsk but he had to take the Houdini
There wasn't a thing sinister in his decision to break from the His only motive was to go to his childhood home while his mom was living it a house like an old mobile camper where she was bedridden diagnosed with cancer
Sometimes, The only answer left with when a one's name is on the death list Is to head for the and go home Christopher got the hell out of His abandonment was It prolonged his can forget it
He had numerous convictions and none were as as this Unless you consider the other He went the
situation, it was a bizarre coincidence When he escaped from the the first time, Not this time, but the one He his dad Cause he was dying inside of a ward Suffering Alzheimer's He respects Made his When he was He run He returned himself back to the
That's when his mom made her She "He knows he done was wrong, but he knows his father don't got He's not a on the run not dangerous, he's our son he ain't hurt no one
He knows he's done was wrong, but he knows his father got long not a fugitive on the run our son"
This ain't no western song.
Christopher wasn't just running 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 talk your talk tsk tsk
Meanwhile Chris is a tractor trailer from Wal-Mart An 18 wheeler, he's rubber the bird takes flight down turnpikes Three hundred thousand dollars of merchandise, but it ain't her life Ran it off the road, and it 50 yards from his 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 couldn't get close The news reporters told to lock their doors there was a monster on the loose but there was no truth to reports.
His mom had to live And Chris had to serve They were shouting distance But I don't think he her final words. I don't think he heard her words.
She made her to the TV
"He knows what done was wrong, but he knows his don't got long not a fugitive on the run He's not dangerous, my son he never hurt no one
He what 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 he escaped from a state cop at a Georgia pit-stop He just slipped out of the handcuffs, he ship then he took off With no father to visit and no mom to go to Just an open where he could be free Houdini
With no father to visit, no mom to go to Just a wide open sky 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 father to visit, no mom to go to Just an open road where he could be Houdini
With no father to visit, no mom to go to Just a wide open sky he could fly no father to visit, no mom to go home to Just an road where he could be free Little