I'm in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico Working on a fishing boat, how long I don't know Trouble behind me, yes I'm hoping so Finger on my back, make me say "Whoa, whoa, whoa" I'm in the saddle taking a little ride Swinging with my partner side to side C'mon Joe, c'mon Lee Let's go down to the Jamboree Make a new start, change my name No more ducking my head in shame I did run and yes, I hid Running from the trouble for something I did Thousand miles away from my home Five states over, oh I did roam Right eye peeled on the worker so near Nobody would think to look for me here My arms getting so strong working long days If they find me I'll be better at fighting my way Out and then I'd swim ashore Dare 'em all to look for me some more What I did I can't tell you I can't believe it was me In the flash of a light you can lose your sense of right Change your luck and change your life