Intro: C F (Repeat Several Times)
[C]out on the highway son be [F]careful
your mother sure loves [C]you
smell of liquor and gasoline
you knew [F]then what you were born to [C]do
they put [Am]Roosevelt in office
they [F]took the farm the family had to [C]go
we don?t [Am]have to do much farming
for the [F]corn mash, or the copper, or the [C]oak [G]trees
C F (Repeat Several Times)
[C]two years ago this april
?bout the [F]time when he made that first [C]run
it was just to Carolina
but I was [F]thinking this awful thing I?d [C]done
[Am]back home in Kentucky it was [F]sundown
when he slipped right through the [C]door
and he was [Am]wide eyed and sweaty
and he [F]said he would be ready by the [C]mornin?[G]
C F (Repeat Several Times)
[C]we made whiskey in the morning
we made [F]whiskey morning, noon, and [C]nigt
when you were at home it was the [F]only sleep
your mother got at [C]night
she?d just [Am]sit there by the window
crying [F]boy oh when you comin? [C]home
at [Am]night I see her there on her [F]knees and in her prayers
she says oh [C]Jesus don?t leave us here [G]alone
C F (Repeat Several Times)
[C]sixty miles an hour after [F]midnight
he roared o?er that county [C]line
there were patrol cars in the bushes
and they were [F]waiting for just the right [C]time
they turned the [Am]lights on in the curve
and the [F]Plymouth started swerving left to [C]right
and it [Am]sounded like a cannon
as the [F]shotguns ripped apart the [C]night[G]
C F (Repeat Several Times)
let his [Am]soul rest in Kentucky
where he [F]won?t have to be lucky a[C]nymore
I can [Am]still here him laughing
bout the [F]police he outrun the night [C]before
the bullets in his [G]door
C F (Repeat Several Times)
[C]out on the highway son be [F]careful
your mother sure loves [C]you
[C]out on the highway son be [F]careful
your mother sure loves [C]you
smell of liquor and gasoline
you knew [F]then what you were born to [C]do
they put [Am]Roosevelt in office
they [F]took the farm the family had to [C]go
we don?t [Am]have to do much farming
for the [F]corn mash, or the copper, or the [C]oak [G]trees
C F (Repeat Several Times)
[C]two years ago this april
?bout the [F]time when he made that first [C]run
it was just to Carolina
but I was [F]thinking this awful thing I?d [C]done
[Am]back home in Kentucky it was [F]sundown
when he slipped right through the [C]door
and he was [Am]wide eyed and sweaty
and he [F]said he would be ready by the [C]mornin?[G]
C F (Repeat Several Times)
[C]we made whiskey in the morning
we made [F]whiskey morning, noon, and [C]nigt
when you were at home it was the [F]only sleep
your mother got at [C]night
she?d just [Am]sit there by the window
crying [F]boy oh when you comin? [C]home
at [Am]night I see her there on her [F]knees and in her prayers
she says oh [C]Jesus don?t leave us here [G]alone
C F (Repeat Several Times)
[C]sixty miles an hour after [F]midnight
he roared o?er that county [C]line
there were patrol cars in the bushes
and they were [F]waiting for just the right [C]time
they turned the [Am]lights on in the curve
and the [F]Plymouth started swerving left to [C]right
and it [Am]sounded like a cannon
as the [F]shotguns ripped apart the [C]night[G]
C F (Repeat Several Times)
let his [Am]soul rest in Kentucky
where he [F]won?t have to be lucky a[C]nymore
I can [Am]still here him laughing
bout the [F]police he outrun the night [C]before
the bullets in his [G]door
C F (Repeat Several Times)
[C]out on the highway son be [F]careful
your mother sure loves [C]you