Anna Lynn Ferris - Jailbirds

He was out runnin whiskey
In a black chevrolet
With the pistons and the power
He would always get away

But the law had his number and they finally set him up
And then he was staring down the barrel of gun
Momma said momma said that he was trouble
I guess I see that she was right
Now the bills are getting doubled
And I'm all that's left to fight

Now I'm foot to the floor slamming the door
Runnin' that whiskey downtown
Gonna shoot out the lights
Clean out of sight look out boys
I don't play nice

It was the very next day
I got a call on the phone
It was the good ole boy sheriff
And he knew I was alone

He said hey baby how the jailbird sings
A bird ain't nothing if you clip its wings
You knew that he was trouble
He ain't ever comin home
Good luck trying to make it on your own

Now I'm foot to the floor slamming the door
Runnin' that whiskey downtown
Gonna shoot out the lights
Clean out of sight look out boys
I don't play nice

The sheriff wasn't happy when he saw me pulling up
He knew I had the cash and he knew I had enough
My man is coming home
Your game of cat and cage is done
The team is back together like a bullet in a gun

Now I'm foot to the floor slamming the door
Runnin' that whiskey downtown
Gonna shoot out the lights
Clean out of sight look out boys
I don't play nice

Written by:
Anna Ferris

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