Goin' Down In Style

I left Houston, Texas on a Gulf Coast Hurricane

I was blown down by tornadoes, washed up by the rain

Well, my pappy wasn't happy with me, he told me to go

So I stole my daddy's Cadillac and I headed down the road

I had a grin from ear to ear with each and every mile

I'm headed for the border man, I'm goin' down in style

Well, I hit Corpus Christi and the wind was at my back

I drove them women crazy in my daddy's Cadillac

I'd cruse them down the boulevard, treated them like queens

I took them all the places that they wanted to been seen

And when I had to leave them, I'd tell them with a smile

I'm headed for the border, man I'm goin' down in style

Well, you've got to take your chances if they ever come along

Close your eyes and listen to that great big engine wind

And it down really matter whether you are right or wrong

'Cause when you cross the border, yeah, you leave this world behind

I stomped down on the pedal, I set the cruise control

Five hundred raging horses blew on by the state patrol

Yeah, there sirens were screaming, Lord, the lights were flashing red

A dozen more were waiting at the road block up ahead

I scattered them like chickens, I heard one of them cry

"He's headin' for the border man, he's goin' down in style"

Yeah, when you cross the border you ain't ever coming back

And there ain't no redemption when the cops are on your tail

The closest thing to heaven is the great big Cadillac

The city lights of Houston or the fiery gates of hell

They nabbed me on the hill that overlooks the Rio Grandee

I'm feeling just like Moses looking at the promise land

They hauled me back to Houston, they threw me into jail

My momma started crying when my daddy paid the bail

I'm sorry I'm not there to hear the outcome of my trial

I'm headed for the border man, I'm goin' down in style