The Bolton Stretch

He cracks a wicked smile and his foot pressed to the floor
Flyin' down country roads that he’s been down before
One of just three men that the sheriff cannot catch
And he’s travelin' 90 miles an hour down the Bolton Stretch
The first time we had seen his face was back in '84
Walked right into old O’Hares, he robbed that liquor store
The Sheriff tried to catch him but the man he got away
And he didn’t show his face in town again until today
Didn’t come for justice, didn’t come to make amends
Doesn’t ask forgiveness, he’s not looking to make friends
Just that he was passing through with money wearin' thin
Now he’s travelin' down the Bolton Stretch again
He watches as the trees fly by, but doesn’t seem to care
Knows it’s time to leave again, but doesn’t know to where
Though he stole a lot of money, it’s not enough for bail
And there are two blue lights behind him now, the Sheriff’s on his trail
Since the day that he was born he spent his whole live livin' free
With nothing but the loosest ties to friends and family
No punishment will make him care about the things he’s done
And if he lives another 20 years he’ll live 'em on the run