Rand Reynolds This Blood Don't Run
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R.Reynolds, ASCAP@2012

he run stop signs
one two many times
the cop chased him
to the Indiana line.
nobody stopped
in hot pursuit
open liquor
Jameson booze
he knew the land
and all the back roads
he drove in places
where the law wouldn't go
he turned off his lights
in those hills and hollers
drove from memory
where the cops wouldn't follow

it was in his nature
written in his DNA
like his daddy and grandpa
now this first born son
and this blood don't run.

stopped at a cousin's
with a mean dead husband
drove by his ma's
she pretended she was gone
raced by his brother's
when he heard the thunder
of the warning shot
pretending or not
he was gone daddy gone
with his spiritual guide
little toy Jesus Lord
wavin' on the dashboard
he honked his horn
at the tall green corn
somewhere outside
near the Dugger town line

running like a rabbit
it was just a bad habit
he don't give fuck about
about well-aimed guns
or shiny star badges
on overweight state lackies
drinking cold red soda
just trying to make a quota.
he had nothing to prove
done paid his dues
running from the rules
was the outlaw thing to do.
but he had promises to keep
in the midnight summer heat
to see his young son
before he turned one

it was in his nature
written in his DNA
like his daddy and grandpa
now this first born son
and his blood don't run.

his head started reeling
it was such a bad feeling
but he didn’t want to stop
he could smell a hot shot cop
breathing his exhaust
counting white highway dots
the one slim chance was
he had to get lost.
in the Indiana weeds
in the July breeze
where the stillness stews
you just don’t wanna move
and the black night bears down
through tiny hick towns
you just can’t afford
to get pulled over right now

white trash trailer park
alive in the dark
too many colored lights
for this time o’ night
he cut his engine
didn’t wanna be messed with
got to see his son
before the dawn come up
so he snuck around back
saw his little boy nap
in his play crib dreams
with all his birthday things
and he swiped that boy
like a hidden Christmas toy
made a run for his Ford
hidden in the tall green corn

it was in his nature
written in his DNA
like his daddy and grandpa
now this first born son
and his blood don't run.

the cops caught wind
of movement in the silence
they picked up speed
in the Indiana weeds
so he turned off his lights
didn’t see it in time
hit a John Deer
in the middle of a cornfield.



















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