Riding north on Interstate 75
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With a nervous fading beauty sitting by his side
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And the pistol that he used to pave the way
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Down the long black stretches of a dark highway
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Ray bought his future with a pound of lead
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When he robbed a liquor store and left the clerk for dead
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That kid should've put the money in the sack
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But he didn't and now there ain't no turning back
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He's a desperate rider, he's a Jesse James
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The best that he could hope for is a household name
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There ain't nobody that a man can trust
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When all his headlines read 'Notorious'
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There ain't nobody that a man can trust
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When all his headlines read 'Notorious'
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They pulled out of Soddy Daisy 'bout twelve o'clock
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Took the heat stroke with the lights off to avoid the roadblock
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Ray killed the motor at the county line
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Changed his Tennessee plates to a 'lost tag' sign
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She would never ask what the boy had done
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But she said she'd be his hostage if he needed one
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Her mama raised her to be loyal and true
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And she figured that's the least that she could do
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She was lost and lonely on a midnight ride
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Reluctant Bonnie to a poor man's Clyde
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It ain't too easy when the man you love
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Has got a reputation that's notorious
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It ain't too easy when the man you love
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Has got a reputation that's notorious
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They were just outside of Knoxville when the lights flashed on
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And the sirens started howling like hell hound dogs
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Ray popped that Firebird into overdrive
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He swore he'd never let them take him alive
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He was a desperate rider, he was Jesse James
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The best he'd ever hoped for was a household name
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The morning papers didn't say too much
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But his obituary read, 'Notorious'
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The caption by his picture didn't say too much
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But his obituary read, 'Notorious'
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(repeat to fade-out)
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Notorious
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