Making Tracks

I've been a bad boy,

I've been outside the law.

I've been cheating,

Evened up a score.

Gotta make tracks, gotta go.

Gotta move on, gotta run.

Gotta make tracks, gotta go.

Gotta move on, gotta keep low

I've learned my lesson

I cannot win in this town

I've been messin'

With things out of bounds.

She was his pride and joy

I was too blind to see

She was my toy

Now they're after me