Tricks of the Trade
by Blake Weems


Well I tore my blue jeans as I topped the fence
The cops are shootin' at me but they didn't have a chance
over my shoulder I can hear the dogs comin' for me

You see my trouble really started 'bout an hour ago
I had to borrow a truck and it was far too slow
You know i thought it'd be alright.... The cops, Lord they didn't agree

Well lookin' back now I really can't be sure
If it was the grand theft auto or the part before
Where I busted up an undercover officer and his friends

That put me drivin' like a madman 'till I had to bail
Now i'm swimmin' this creek trying' to drown my smell
And if I ever hit the woods, they won't ever see me again


Well I think I mighta cut it too close Lord
I'm thinkin' of prayin' this time
I don't think he'd remember me
We ain't talked in quite some time
They say hindsights 20/20 Lord
And mine is gettin' mighty clear
But there ain't no tie to look back right now
I just gotta get out of here.


Well I hit the west bank like a man possesed
And I wasted just a moment tryin' to catch my breath
And I smiled as I heard 'em headed for the Green Oaks Bridge

Then I crashed through the woods about a hundred feet
'fore I stoped in my tracks and I started to think
And I took off my boots and threw 'em up over the ridge

And then I retraced my steps, hopped back in the creek
And I let the cool water take me on downstream
As I made my way back to the east side once again

And I's cold and wet and didn't have no shoes
But i had a good head start and had a lot to lose
So i made myself a plan then and there to keep me outta the pen


Well I think I mighta cut it too close Lord
I'm thinkin' of prayin' this time
I don't think he'd remember me
We ain't talked in quite some time
they say hindsights 20/20 Lord
And mine is gettin' mighty clear
But there ain't no time to look back right now
I just gotta get out of here.


So i made a big circle in the pale moonlight
Back to the place where I ditched the truck that night
And there were 5 empty cruisers and a couple of rookies on gaurd

So I crept up quiet and I crept up slow
Cause I knew it would be long 'fore the cops would know
That I wasn't in my boots and they'd be on my tail twice as hard

Well they were checkin' for clues in that big blue truck
And the sound of the engine was more than enough
To keep 'em from hearin' the 4 rear tires goin' down

And then I strolled to the one that I left alone
I gave 'em a wink, I put the pedal on the floor
And I didn't let up 'till I was long gone outta that town


Well I think I mighta cut it too close Lord
I'm thinkin' of prayin' this time
I don't think he'd remember me
We ain't talked in quite some time
they say hindsights 20/20 Lord
And mine is gettin' mighty clear
But there ain't no time to look back right now
I just gotta get out of here.



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