Chris Knight Becky's Bible (Chris Knight) Empty beer bottles rattle on my pistol On the seat of my chevy pickup truck I'm taking these gravel roads As fast as my truck will go I'm running like a scared white tail buck It was an all night card game with Earl Ray and Bobby And some old boy they work with from adair That boy didn't like me then he said I was cheating And gunshots rang out on the midnight air Chorus I don't want to see the daylight But my Bechy's alone tonight I wonder if she's waiting up for me Gonna hide out in the bottoms Where I hunted deer and turkeys I know that swamp like the back of my hand Hell I was born and raised here Just wanted to be a good old boy I never thought I'd ever be a wanted man Well soon they're gonna catch me, Ain't no way around that Cause I don't know any other place to hide I wonder if Becky's Bible is still in the glove box Cause I'm sure gonna need it if that boy dies Repeat Chorus Sometime tomorrow morning When I ought to be fishing They'll probably be hauzling me in I'll be sitting in the jaul house With no need to be wishing That I'll ever get to fish the green river again I'll be praying for some daylight While my Becky's alone at night I wonder if she's waiting up for me c 2001, Bash Music (ASCAP)