Robert Earl Keen - Goin down in style

^EWell I left Houston, Texas on a Gulf Coast hurricane. I ^Ewas blowed down by tornados, washed up by the rain. My pa^Appy wasn't happy with me, he told me to go. I st^Eole my daddy's Cadillac, I headed down the road. I had a ^B7grin from ear to ear with each and every mile. I’m h^Aeaded for the border, man, I’m g^Goin' down in st^Eyle.

N^Eow, I hit Corpus Christi and the wind was at my back. ^EI drove them women crazy in my daddy's Cadillac. I'd cr^Auise 'em up that boulevard, treated them like queens. I to^Eok 'em all the places that they wanted to be seen And ^B7when I had to leave 'em, I'd tell 'em with a smile, "I'm hea^Aded for the border, man, I'm g^Goin' down in st^Eyle."

You'v^Ae gotta take your chances if they ever come along. Cl^Eose your eyes and listen to the great big engine whine. And ^Ait don't really matter whether you are right or wrong ‘Cau^B7se when you cross the border, man, you leave this world behind.

I^E stomped down on the pedal, I set the cruise control. ^EFive hundred ragin' horses bear on by the state patrol. The s^Airens were a-screamin', lights were flashin' red. A d^Eozen more a-waitin' at the roadblock up ahead. As I sc^B7attered them like chickens, I heard one of 'em cry, "He's he^Aaded for the border, man, he's goi^Gn' down in styl^Ee." [Middle 8] No^Aw once you cross the border, you ain't never comin' back. An^Ed there ain't no redemption when the cops are on your tail. The^A closest thing to Heaven is this great big Cadillac, The c^B7ity lights of Houston, or the fiery gates of Hell.

They n^Eailed me on the hill that overlooks the Rio Grande. ^EI was feelin' just like Moses lookin' on the Promised Land. They h^Aauled me back to Houston, they throwed me in the jail. My m^Eama started cryin', my daddy paid the bail. I'm s^B7orry I’m not there to hear the outcome of my trial I'm head^Aed for the border, man, I'm goin' ^Gdown in style. ^E