Death Row Caddy II by MichaelAnthony and Dirty

Or be talkin' to the salesman 'bout that car an I say no
Jus to-be-back in Jonesbro-Georgia in that lonesome cottage home

An'-I-had-a-turn, I can't return Have a sister in Atlanta
An' beg her for her housin' never have my name on paper

Say a good god never make a man who cannot do
In this old sinful world it heartache showin'on a few

An' sometimes I will paint but not outdoors or all of the day
An' I don't have a car no more is it safe it now that I pray

Then I'll always drive a Corvette not the death row Cadillac
An' if they come to find us then I'm Dirty or I'm Jack

An' when they come at me gain cuff commutted this I fear
Cant-do-nothin kep trine kill me but I keep trine what ye hear.

If I could just undo one day back up her settin' sun
Be far from Alabama when that lousy wreck break down