An empty gun lays upon the dash
in the back there's a bag of stolen cash,
we're rolling along at a hundred plus one
right into the setting sun -
We took the bank clean
and quickly left the scene,
the cops are far behind
we just crossed the state line -
The radio's got good music flowing
my pardner knows where he's going,
the lights behind us are starting to fade
it looks like we've got it made -
Soon as it's dark we'll switch cars
make a clean break under the stars,
By the time they figure out what went wrong
we'll be a long time gone -
Life's a tough business
there's not much forgiveness,
and they don't give breaks
when you make mistakes -
If we can get through this night
though, everything will be alright,
by sunrise all will be fine...
...if I can just get this bleeding stopped, in time -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Didn't expect that last line. Nicely written, Smoky