Run like hell, Jim, they won't catch you Dogs are comin', night is falling And the flowers died on the northbound side And I could care less – this branded man's headed west Think I'll start robbing again – steal a car and a bottle of Jim Head for the edge of town westbound, hammer down And the flowers died on the northbound side And I could care less – this branded man's headed west I've gotta lay my head down Gotta lay it down, my head is ringing That crooked judge stole three years from me I'll live and die a judge, you must know, you must know A thousand books, ten thousand crooks Helicopters are circling, foot soldiers are closing in State police shoot to k**, night falls in the Tennessee hills Run, Jim – be the wolf Outta gas, outta money, outta time, outta crime