Going South

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 --- Going South - Dead Moon