going down in style

i left houston

texas on a gulf coast hurricane i was blowed down by a

tornado washed up by the rain well my pappy wasn't happy with mehe told me to go

so i stole my daddy's cadillac and head on down the road i had a grin from ear

to ear with each and every mile i was headed for the border man and i was going

down in style

now i hit corpus christi and the wind was at my back i drove them

women crazy with my daddy's cadillac ya i cruised them down that boulevard i

treated them like queens took em all the places that they wanted to be seen and

when i had to leave em i'd tell with a smile i'm headed for the border man and

i'm goin down in style

well you gotta take your chances if they ever come along close your

eyes and listen to the great big engine wind it dont really matter weather you

are right or wrong cause when you cross the border man you leave this world behind

i stomped on down the peddle set the cruise control 500 raging horses

be on by the state patrol lord the sirens were a screamin lights flashin red

there's a dozen more waitin at the road block up ahead had them scatteren like

chickens a heard one of them say he's headed toward the border and he's going down in style

now when you cross the border you ain't never comin back there ain't to

redemption when the cops are on your tail when the closest thing to heaven is a

great big cadillac the city lights of houston or the firey gates of hell well

the nabbed me on the hill that over looks the rio grande and i was feeling just

like moses lookin on the promise land well they hauled me back to houston put

me in the jail where my momma started crying my daddy paid the bail well i'm

sorry i'm not there to hear the outcome of my trial cause i'm headed for the

border man and i'm going down in style