Chicago Lyrics - Singles - Escape Directors

I'm heading down to Mexico 

In a stolen car from Chicago 

and I don't think I'll ever make it back 

They claimed I shot a man up there 

in a drunken bar, smoke in the air 

But I've never even met that man before 

Don't runaway, you've got bills to pay 

And a family to protect from the law 

But I must move on or else I'm gone 

My family will be fine without me here 

They don't need me anymore 

I read the Ginsberg apathy 

and drank like Charles Bukowski 

But never lived a life on the run 

Oh it's scary here on my own 

Fleeing death on the open road 

I hope I make it out alive 

I made it to the border 

A fugitive of fame 

A half a tank of gas to my name 

A family in the states 

I never will forget 

But I don't think they even know my name