We're goin on the run now 
s'all gon' be alright
the cops aint gonna find us 
you betcha goddamn right

We're goin on the run now 
s'all gon' be alright
Cause were sittin on the back of a silver Cadillac

And when we get there
we'll be free
to carry on our
killin' spree

And there never gonna catch us
cause we're just one step ahead
and if they ever try to cross us
we'll just have to shoot them dead 

we're goin on the run now 
s'all gon' be alright
cops aint gonna get us 
you betcha goddamn right

We're goin on the run now 
s'all gon' be alright
Cause were sittin on the back of a silver Cadillac
sittin on the back of a silver Cadillac

Silver Cadillac

My hand simply slipped. 

This song is for you babylene.

My hand just slipped 
across her head 
with a hammer 
and now she's dead.

My Hand Just Slipped

Oh candylene why you treat me oh so mean?
candylene
Oh candylene why you treat me oh so mean?

Dont yall tell the sheriff 
just what i gone and did (gone and did)
If you do ill hurt you plenty,
beat you up and lock you in the fridge

when i first laid eyes on you
you just about knocked me out
but then i got my hands on you
and thats what this songs about

well, it was a real real long time ago
i had my first breakdown (ahhh)
i spied you with another man
then i marched right into town

I said ma'am im gonna need a gun
the best gun that you got
the silver one'll do just nice
to pop a cap in his ass

take it away boys (instrumental)

candylene why'd you leave me for that man?
candylene 
candylene why'd you leave me for that man?

well i said i wouldnt hurt ya
but that just wouldnt learn ya

Times are a changin'

Candylene

Who’s that knockin on my cell door? 
Just let me out cause i can’t take no more

I swear i did not hurt her lord 
my hand just slipped and she was no more

candylene bayblene i love you so
but death was a seed i had to sow

and mister sheriff 
you caught me fair and square 
but that don’t mean i murdered her

if i ever get outside these walls
im gonna kick you in the ass and 
feed you to my dogs 

whos that knocking on my cell door? 
just let me out you goddamn son of a whore

and as i face this final hour 
I’m such a stupid goshdarn coward 

i love you so much candylene 
but i simply could not come up clean

and mister sheriff 
you caught me fair and square 
but that don’t mean i murdered her

if i ever get outside these walls
im gonna kick you in the ass and 
feed you to my dogs 

(whistles)

The Stanmore Hillbilly