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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