I got a match and I've got a knifeI'm going to the backwoods for some kind of fightShadow behind and the moon out in frontLies the path of a man on the runThey saw me in Winchester, I load the carThey saw me sell the boxes to the barThey didn't follow me backI got a Route 33, a car full of agents hunting meI sprinted from the door and ran straight for the hillWhere last spring the ride hit my stillI hear these men, they ain't no one aliveSo I guess I got one more surpriseguitar soloI poured all the champagneSigned and tipped all the stillsLet the fuse that'll blow up the whole damn hillThe marshal and his billy came storming inGuns blazing, killing me with an iron in my mailguitar soloI'm getting around and what do you see?Why?Why lightning in the nighttime sky?Cover your ears or you will hear those gunshots echo in the nightA last bite of my federal fightA last bite of my federal fightA last biteOf my federal fightguitar sologuitar sologuitar sologuitar sologuitar soloThank you.Thank you.