Going South Lyrics - Strange Pray Tell - Dead Moon

Bring me my whiskey 

I'm checking out 

Gonna be a long time, girl 

I'm going south 

Shot up the mountain 

Robbed that train 

No way out, little girl 

To get away clean 

The sheriff's like lightning 

Raised from the dead 

A bullet with my name, little girl 

Came at my head 

Two-time loser 

Breaking the law 

Can't get away, little girl, because 

A somebody saw 

The sheriff is coming - found me out 

The lines of confusion are burning me down 

I know what I done - lotta men do 

But all that I wanted was to get home to you 

Baby, I'm going south 

So bring me my whiskey 

In the tallest glass 

Gonna be a long time, little girl 

But it might be the last 

Take me down to Folsom 

Sheriff John Law 

Flirting with death, little girl 

Somebody talked