Little Houdini Lyrics - Li(f)e - Sage Francis

Christopher Daniel Gay was arrested on a Friday 

In Florida, at the Daytona National Freeway 

Christopher Daniel Gay was arrested on a Friday 

In Florida at the Daytona International Speedway 

He was a fugitive on the run, 

Christopher made a quick escape 

while being transported in a van 

that was picking up convicts state to state. 

He did it during a bathroom break, 

he hot-wired somebody's pickup 

In fact, 

Christopher had a long history of theft 

involving trucks, 

He was on route to Alabama 

for stealing someone's travel trailer 

Grand Theft Auto 

He was a career criminal, jailbird 

who also had three outstanding warrants 

in his home state of Tennessee 

It was an outstanding performance that set him free 

Little Houdini 

Stole a big rig, then a tour bus that belonged to Crystal Gayle 

to evade a five state manhunt that wanted to put that birdy back in jail 

but they failed 

'cause Christopher wasn't just running from cops 

Christopher Gay was now racing a clock 

his mother was dying 

and there was no time to be held 

inside of a cage with locks 

so y'all can turn up your nose 

and suck on your teeth and wag your finger like tsk-tsk 

but he had to take the risk 

Little Houdini 

There wasn't a single thing sinister in his decision 

to break from the prison 

His only motive was to go back to his childhood home 

while his mom was still living 

it wasn't a house 

more like an old mobile camper 

where she was bedridden diagnosed with colon cancer 

Sometimes, 

The only answer we're left with 

when a loved one's name is on the death list 

Is to head for the exits and go home 

Christopher got the hell out of Texas 

His abandonment was reckless 

It prolonged his sentence 

Y'all can forget it 

He had numerous convictions and none were as strong as this 

Unless you consider the other instance 

He went the distance 

Similar situation, it was a bizarre coincidence 

When he escaped from the prison the first time, 

Not this time, but the one before 

He visited his dad 

Cause he was dying inside of a mental ward 

Suffering from Alzheimer's 

He paid respects 

Made his peace 

When he was done 

He didn't run 

He returned himself back to the police 

That's when his mom made her plea 

She said: 

"He knows what he done was wrong, 

but he knows his father don't got long 

He's not a fugitive on the run 

He's not dangerous, he's our son 

he ain't never hurt no one 

He knows what he's done was wrong, 

but he knows his father don't got long 

He's not a fugitive on the run 

He's our son" 

This ain't no country western song. 

Christopher wasn't just running from cops 

Christopher Gay was now racing a clock 

his mother was dying 

and there was no time to be held 

inside of a cage with locks 

So y'all can go on tossing rocks 

And talk your talk like tsk tsk 

Meanwhile Chris is stealing a tractor trailer from Wal-Mart 

An 18 wheeler, he's peeling rubber the bird takes flight down turnpikes 

Three hundred thousand dollars worth of merchandise, 

but it ain't worth her life 

Ran it off the road, and abandoned it 

50 yards from his moms to avoid the cops 

Thats half a football field from her feeble arms 

After all this stuff 

The tour bus, the pick up trucks 

The tractor trailer, interstate chases 

He put on the brakes and couldn't get close enough 

The news reporters told people to lock their doors 

Like there was a monster on the loose 

but there was no truth to those reports. 

His mom had weeks to live 

And Chris had years to serve 

They were within shouting distance 

But I don't think he heard her final words. 

I don't think he heard her final words. 

She made her plea to the TV 

"He knows what he's done was wrong, 

but he knows his mama don't got long 

He's not a fugitive on the run 

He's not dangerous, he's my son 

he ain't never hurt no one 

He knows what he's done was wrong, 

but he knows his mama don't got long 

He's not a fugitive on the run 

He's not dangerous, he's my son" 

This ain't no country western song. 

The third time he escaped from a state cop at a Georgia pit-stop 

He just slipped out of the handcuffs, he jumped ship then he took off 

With no father to visit and no mom to go home to 

Just an open road where he could be free 

Little Houdini 

With no father to visit, no mom to go home to 

Just a wide open sky where he could fly 

With no father to visit, no mom to go home to 

Just an open road where he could be free 

Little Houdini 

With no father to visit, no mom to go home to 

Just a wide open sky where he could fly 

With no father to visit, no mom to go home to 

Just an open road where he could be free 

Little Houdini 

With no father to visit, no mom to go home to 

Just a wide open sky where he could fly 

With no father to visit, no mom to go home to 

Just an open road where he could be free 

Little Houdini