Becky’s Bible Chris Knight

Empty beer bottles
Rattle on my pistol
On the seat of my Chevy pick up truck
And I'm taking these gravel roads
As fast as my truck will go
I'm running like a scared whitetail buck

It was an all night card game
With Earl Ray and Bobby
And some ol' boy they worked with from Adair
That boy didn't like me
Then he said I was cheatin
Gun shots rang out on the midnight air

I dont wanna see the day light
But my Becky's alone tonight
I wonder if shes waiting up for me

I'm gonna hide out in the bottom
Where I hunted deer and turkey
I know that swamp like the back of my hand
Hell I was born and raised here
Just wanted to be a good ol' boy
Never thought I'd ever be a wanted man

But soon they gonna catch me
Ain't no way around that
Cause I dont know any other place to hide
I wonder if Becky's Bible is still in the glove box
Cause I'm sure gonna need it if that boy died