Before the Heat Rolls In
Jono Manson
I had the numbers sewed up tight
At least until Friday night
I let it ride and let it roll
Now I'm ten large in the hole
But when the sun goes down
I'll split before the heat rolls in
Michael Brown, he ain't no joke
So meet me down in Royal Oak
That little alley, you know the one
Bring my suitcase, and pack a gun
I'll leave the motor on
And we'll fly before the heat rolls in
Step on the gas, no time to lose
Twelve hundred miles to Baton Rouge
I know a cabin, out in the woods
We make it there, we're gone for good
Yeah, we can ride it out
If we drive before the heat rolls in
Three hundred miles south of town
Side of the road, broken down
Choking dust, bloodshot eyes
Sound of an engine, over the rise
Before the bullets fly
We'd better run before the heat rolls in