Lyrics:

I've been a bad boy
I've been outside the law
I've been cheating
Evened up a score

Gotta make tracks, gotta go
Gotta move on, gotta run
Gotta make tracks, gotta go
Gotta move on, gotta keep low

I've learned my lesson
I cannot win in this town
I've been messin'
With things out of bounds

She was his pride and joy
I was too blind to see
She was my toy
Now they're after me