Lyrics

Oh me, oh my-o Robbed at gunpoint in Ohio And now I'm gone to Louisiana With a bullet-proof bandana Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh I felt a little older, child support And a mortgage on my shoulder A nasty little high dollar habit I'm gonna lose my arm Before I pull out the rabbit Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh I had an inclination Instead of draggin' it out I'd take a permanent vacation But when I, I lined up to talk to God I kinda didn't like the looks Of the firing squad Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh I 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-a suckers in Ohio" Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh