Well its a slow drag down a burned out building Baby don't you want to go Somewhere east of Mississippi Ain't nobody gonna know Well that governor's wife was so dawg on pretty Tell me what's a boy to do Now its your life, son You better leave that city ‘cause the word's out She been getting down with you You might find that straight and narrow way But you got to Sidestep your grave Well if you slow down then the devil gon' catch you Son, you better move along Somewhere east of Appalachia Go ahead and grow your own If you get burnt out on the blue gra** Pull your plants up from the middle of the corn Buy a flatbed on your straight cash Buy a dead man's jacket from a second-hand store You might find salvation some day But you got to sidestep your grave You might find salvation some day- Oh repent my son and thou shall be saved-