Chris Knight - Beckys bible

^GEmpty beer bottles ^Crattle on my pistol ^EmOn the seat of my ^DChevy pickup t^Cruck ^GI'm taking these gravel roads ^Cfast as my truck will go I'm ^Emrunning like a ^Dscared white tail ^Cbuck It was an ^Gall night card game ^Cwith Earl Ray and Bobby And ^Emsome old boy they ^Dwork with from A^Cdair ^GThat boy didn't like me ^Cthen he said I was cheating g^Emunshots rang o^Dut on the midnight a^Cir ^D

I don't ^Cwant to see the ^Ddaylight ^GBut my Becky's ^Calone tonight I ^Cwonder if sh^De's waiting up ^Gfor me

^GI’m gonna hide out in the bottoms ^CWhere I hunted deer and turkeys ^EmI know that ^Dswamp like the back of my ^Chand ^GHell I was born and raised here ^CJust wanted to be a good old boy ^Emnever thought ^DI'd ever be a wanted^C man ^GWell soon they're gonna catch me, ^CAin't no way around that ^ECause I don't know ^Dany other place to ^Chide ^GI wonder if Becky's bible i^Cs still in the glove box ^EmCause I'm sure gonna ^Dneed it if that boy ^Cdies ^D

^GSometime tomorrow morning ^CWhen I ought to be fishing ^EmThey'll probably ^Dbe hauling me ^Cin ^GI'll be sitting in the jail house ^Cno need to be wishing ^EmThat I'll ever get to ^Dfish the Green river ^Cagain ^D

I'll be ^Cpraying for some ^Ddaylight ^GWhile my Becky's a^Clone at night I ^Cwonder if she's ^Dwaiting up for ^Gme

I ^Cwonder if she's ^Dwaiting up for ^Gme