AnnaBeth

You have probably seen my poster

Its hanging all over town

well I'm wanted all over Arkansas and I'm headed to Tulsa town

They say I robbed the stations

And I made off with the till

well I'm headed her direction and I pray she's waiting still

I ain't the one to want for much, to beg, borrow, or steal

but that womans got an appetite I'm fiending to fill

Well I'm flying down highway 90 at 110

I'm looking for a hole to hide my head

with the red and blues behind me

good god won't you fill the hole I'm in

so I can see sweet Annabeth again

and let her rob me of my breath again

Well the cops are on my tail

I lost the dogs that are on my smell,

a few too many turns to track and I cut myself a trail

and I couldn't stop to catch my breath

I'm making it back to sweet Annabeth

and I'm focused on the task at hand that blue jean baby laying in my bed

I was stirring sugar in my coffee cup

when the cops pulled into that parking lot

they eyed me down, they identified me,

shots went flying hell they shot the TV

Well I'm flying down highway 90 at 110

I'm looking for a hole to hide my head

with the red and blues behind me

good god won't you fill the hole I'm in

so I can see sweet Annabeth again

and let her rob me of my breath again

theres breaking news in the paper today

some hell bent boy was chasing the pay

and he was shot down in the diner today and

Annabeths got some words to say