Song Lyrics

Oh me oh my-o
Robbed at gunpoint
In Ohio

Now I'm gone
To Louisiana
With a bullet-proof bandana

I felt a little older
Child support and mortgage
On my shoulder

A nasty little high dollar habit
I'm gonna lose my arm
Before I pull out the rabbit

Had an inclination
Instead of draggin' it out
I'd take a permanent vacation

But when I liined up to talk to God
I kinda didn't like the looks
Of the firing squad

Gotta a friend in Dallas
Got dirty little fingers
But his house is like a palace

He said there's something
You should know that I know
A man can make a decent living
Off of suckers in Ohio

Cary Ann Hearst, Michael Trent Robinson