Shadow on the Run

They say I run these back roads like smoke through the pines. Leave no trace,

no sin, no trace in the county lines. K-9 circle in the air,

where my boots hit dirt. Choppers cut the sky die, but I'm already

gone alert. Black salt on the dash. Run to the dash.

I sing low tones been the trail out of sight. Trooper said

the blocks think they got me pinned. I slip the veil just enough

that the night fall me. That's how I shadow Queen of the

I don't break the law I rewrite the night turn pursue the dust in my