Goin Down In Style Chords & Lyrics - Robert Earl Keen
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[VERSE 1]
[E]Well I left Houston, Texas on a Gulf Coast hurricane.
I [E]was blowed down by tornados, washed up by the rain.
My pa[A]ppy wasn't happy with me, he told me to go.
I st[E]ole my daddy's Cadillac, I headed down the road.
I had a [B7]grin from ear to ear with each and every mile.
I’m h[A]eaded for the border, man, I’m g[G]oin' down in st[E]yle.
[VERSE 2]
N[E]ow, I hit Corpus Christi and the wind was at my back.
[E]I drove them women crazy in my daddy's Cadillac.
I'd cr[A]uise 'em up that boulevard, treated them like queens.
I to[E]ok 'em all the places that they wanted to be seen
And [B7]when I had to leave 'em, I'd tell 'em with a smile,
"I'm hea[A]ded for the border, man, I'm g[G]oin' down in st[E]yle."
[MIDDLE 8]
You'v[A]e gotta take your chances if they ever come along.
Cl[E]ose your eyes and listen to the great big engine whine.
And [A]it don't really matter whether you are right or wrong
‘Cau[B7]se when you cross the border, man, you leave this world behind.
[VERSE 3]
I[E] stomped down on the pedal, I set the cruise control.
[E]Five hundred ragin' horses bear on by the state patrol.
The s[A]irens were a-screamin', lights were flashin' red.
A d[E]ozen more a-waitin' at the roadblock up ahead.
As I sc[B7]attered them like chickens, I heard one of 'em cry,
"He's he[A]aded for the border, man, he's goi[G]n' down in styl[E]e."
[MIDDLE 8]
No[A]w once you cross the border, you ain't never comin' back.
An[E]d there ain't no redemption when the cops are on your tail.
The[A] closest thing to Heaven is this great big Cadillac,
The c[B7]ity lights of Houston, or the fiery gates of Hell.
[VERSE 4]
They n[E]ailed me on the hill that overlooks the Rio Grande.
[E]I was feelin' just like Moses lookin' on the Promised Land.
They h[A]auled me back to Houston, they throwed me in the jail.
My m[E]ama started cryin', my daddy paid the bail.
I'm s[B7]orry I’m not there to hear the outcome of my trial
I'm head[A]ed for the border, man, I'm goin' [G]down in style. [E]
[E]Well I left Houston, Texas on a Gulf Coast hurricane.
I [E]was blowed down by tornados, washed up by the rain.
My pa[A]ppy wasn't happy with me, he told me to go.
I st[E]ole my daddy's Cadillac, I headed down the road.
I had a [B7]grin from ear to ear with each and every mile.
I’m h[A]eaded for the border, man, I’m g[G]oin' down in st[E]yle.
[VERSE 2]
N[E]ow, I hit Corpus Christi and the wind was at my back.
[E]I drove them women crazy in my daddy's Cadillac.
I'd cr[A]uise 'em up that boulevard, treated them like queens.
I to[E]ok 'em all the places that they wanted to be seen
And [B7]when I had to leave 'em, I'd tell 'em with a smile,
"I'm hea[A]ded for the border, man, I'm g[G]oin' down in st[E]yle."
[MIDDLE 8]
You'v[A]e gotta take your chances if they ever come along.
Cl[E]ose your eyes and listen to the great big engine whine.
And [A]it don't really matter whether you are right or wrong
‘Cau[B7]se when you cross the border, man, you leave this world behind.
[VERSE 3]
I[E] stomped down on the pedal, I set the cruise control.
[E]Five hundred ragin' horses bear on by the state patrol.
The s[A]irens were a-screamin', lights were flashin' red.
A d[E]ozen more a-waitin' at the roadblock up ahead.
As I sc[B7]attered them like chickens, I heard one of 'em cry,
"He's he[A]aded for the border, man, he's goi[G]n' down in styl[E]e."
[MIDDLE 8]
No[A]w once you cross the border, you ain't never comin' back.
An[E]d there ain't no redemption when the cops are on your tail.
The[A] closest thing to Heaven is this great big Cadillac,
The c[B7]ity lights of Houston, or the fiery gates of Hell.
[VERSE 4]
They n[E]ailed me on the hill that overlooks the Rio Grande.
[E]I was feelin' just like Moses lookin' on the Promised Land.
They h[A]auled me back to Houston, they throwed me in the jail.
My m[E]ama started cryin', my daddy paid the bail.
I'm s[B7]orry I’m not there to hear the outcome of my trial
I'm head[A]ed for the border, man, I'm goin' [G]down in style. [E]
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