The old stateline
by Steven Clotzman

Well, Annie pack your bags
‘cause we're moving out of here tonight.
There's a man lying dead
and ain't nothing going to make him right.
You said my pockets were too empty,
so I went and got them filled.
Now we're going to hit the road tonight
and head out from these hills.
And we won't look back
till we get to the old state line.

Now my mama always said,
you gotta get down on your bended knees
and start praying' to the Lord,
that he might give just what you need.
Well, tonight might be the night
you'll want to say a little prayer
because the man who's coming after me,
he could be anywhere.
But we won't look back
till we get to the old state line.

Now I know your daddy,
he's been saying that it just ain't right
for a girl like you
to be mixed up with a boy so trite.
Well, he can spend the whole night
just slandering my name
but when he wakes up in the morning
things ain't going to be the same.
And we won't look back 'til we get to the old state line.

Across the old' state line,
across the old' state line,
I'm going to find those things
I've been looking for, but hard to find.
Now, come on honey,
it's getting kind of late,
there ain't no time to change your mind
or time to hesitate
and we won't look back
'til we get to the old state line.

Now Annie, you know
this might be our one and only chance.
I got to a dead man at my feet
and a one-way ticket in my hand.
I know the night, it might seem young
but we're running out of time.
I got to dream running 'round my head
and I'm going to make it mine.
And we won't look back
'til we get to the old state line.

Across the old state line,
across the old state line,
I'm going to make my claim
to what I've known all along was mine.
Well, don't tell your mama
'cause you know she's going to cry.
It's going to be a whole lot better
over on the other side.
And we won't look back
'til we get to the old state line.


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