Chicago

I'm heading down to Mexico

In a stolen car from Chicago

and I don't think I'll ever make it backThey claimed I shot a man up there

in a drunken bar, smoke in the air

But I've never even met that man beforeDon't runaway, you've got bills to pay

And a family to protect from the law

But I must move on or else I'm gone

My family will be fine without me here

They don't need me anymoreI read the Ginsberg apathy

and drank like Charles Bukowski

But never lived a life on the runOh it's scary here on my own

Fleeing death on the open road

I hope I make it out aliveI made it to the border

A fugitive of fame

A half a tank of gas to my nameA family in the states

I never will forget

But I don't think they even know my name