Besedila: John Vanderslice. They Won't Let Me Run.

I was born a couple miles from here
My family rented me this house
So my family keeps me near

From 1909, my family?s run the town
You step out of line, poor sap
Family council sit you down

Day I fell in love of course we fucked around
The morning she threw up
My options were laid out

I follow through and now I got two sons
No peace even when you come
?Cause they won?t let you run

No, they won't let you run

I got dead drunk and packed up the pickup truck
Got way out of town I thought
But sheriff tracked me down

They dragged me home and the family sat me down
They kept me cuffed up and they roughed me up and said
?We?ll never let you run?

No, they won't let me run