Chris Knight - Beckys bible

^FEmpty beer bottles ^Frattle on my pistol ^AmOn the seat of my ^GChevy pickup t^Fruck ^FI'm taking these gravel roads ^Ffast as my truck will go I'm ^Amrunning like a ^Gscared white tail ^Fbuck It was an ^Fall night card game ^Fwith Earl Ray and Bobby And ^Amsome old boy they ^Gwork with from A^Fdair ^FThat boy didn't like me ^Fthen he said I was cheating g^Amunshots rang o^Gut on the midnight a^Fir ^G

I don't ^Fwant to see the ^Gdaylight ^FBut my Becky's ^Falone tonight I ^Fwonder if sh^Ge's waiting up ^Ffor me

^FI’m gonna hide out in the bottoms ^FWhere I hunted deer and turkeys ^AmI know that ^Gswamp like the back of my ^Fhand ^FHell I was born and raised here ^FJust wanted to be a good old boy ^Amnever thought ^GI'd ever be a wanted^F man ^FWell soon they're gonna catch me, ^FAin't no way around that ^ACause I don't know ^Gany other place to ^Fhide ^FI wonder if Becky's bible i^Fs still in the glove box ^AmCause I'm sure gonna ^Gneed it if that boy ^Fdies ^G

^FSometime tomorrow morning ^FWhen I ought to be fishing ^AmThey'll probably ^Gbe hauling me ^Fin ^FI'll be sitting in the jail house ^Fno need to be wishing ^AmThat I'll ever get to ^Gfish the Green river ^Fagain ^G

I'll be ^Fpraying for some ^Gdaylight ^FWhile my Becky's a^Flone at night I ^Fwonder if she's ^Gwaiting up for ^Fme

I ^Fwonder if she's ^Gwaiting up for ^Fme