Sage Francis - Little Houdini lyrics
[Sage Francis - Little Houdini lyrics]
Christopher Daniel Gay was arrested
On a Friday in Florida at the
Daytona International Speedway
He was a fugitive on the run
Christopher made a quick escape
While being transported in a van that was
Picking up convicts state to state
He did it during a bathroom break
He hot-wired somebody's pickup in fact
Christopher had a long history
Of theft involving trucks
He was on route to Alabama
For stealing someone's travel trailer
Grand Theft Auto he was a career criminal
Jailbird who also
Had three outstanding warrants in his
Home state of Tennessee
It was an outstanding performance
That set him free (Little Houdini)
Stole a big rig, then a tour bus that
Belonged to Crystal Gayle
To evade a five state manhunt that wanted
To put that birdy back in jail
But they failed
Cause Christopher wasn't just
Running from cops
Christopher Gay was now racing a clock
His mother was dying and there was no time to
Be held inside of a cage with locks
So yall can turn up your nose and suck on
Your teeth and wag your finger like tsk-tsk
But he had to take the risk (Little Houdini)
There wasn't a single thing sinister in his
Decision to break from the prison
His only motive was to go back to his
Childhood home while his mom was still living
It wasn't a house
More like an old mobile camper
Where she was bedridden diagnosed
With colon cancer
Sometimes the only answer we're left with
When the loved one's name is
On the death list
Is to head for the exit's and go home
Christopher got the hell out of Texas
His abandonment was reckless
It prolonged his sentence
Y'all can forget it
He had numerous convictions and none
Were as strong as this
Unless you consider the other instance
He went the distance similar situation
It was a bizarre coincidence
When he escaped from the
Prison the first time
Not this time, but the one before
He visited his dad cause he was
Dying inside of a mental ward
Suffering from Alzheimer's
He paid respects, made his peace
When he was done, he didn't run
He returned himself back to the police
That's when his mom made her plea she said
"He knows what he done was wrong
But he knows his father don't got long
He's not a fugitive on the run
He's not dangerous, he's our son
He ain't never hurt no one
He knows what he's done was wrong
But he knows his father don't got long
He's not a fugitive on the run
He's our son"
This ain't no country western song
Christopher wasn't just running from cops
Christopher Gay was now racing a clock
His mother was dying and there was no time to
Be held inside of a cage with locks
So Y'all can go on tossing rocks And
Talk your talk like tsk tsk
Meanwhile Chris is stealing a
Tractor trailer from Wal-Mart an 18 wheeler
He's peeling rubber the bird
Takes flight down turnpikes
Three hundred thousand dollars
Worth of merchandise
But it ain't worth her life
Ran it off the road, and abandoned it
50 yards from his moms to avoid the cops
Thats half a football field
From her feeble arms after all this stuff
The tour bus, the pick up trucks
The tractor trailer, interstate chases
He put on the brakes and
Couldn't get close enough
The news reporters told people
To lock their doors
Like there was a monster on the loose but
There was no truth to those reports
His mom had weeks to live
And Chris had years to serve
They were within shouting distance
But I don't think he heard her final words
I don't think he heard her final words
She made her plea to the TV
"He knows what he's done was wrong
But he knows his mama don't got long
He's not a fugitive on the run
He's not dangerous, he's my son
He ain't never hurt no one
He knows what he's done was wrong
But he knows his mama don't got long
He's not a fugitive on the run
He's not dangerous, he's my son"
This ain't no country western song
The third time he escaped from a
State cop at the Georgia pit-stop
He just slipped out of the handcuffs
He jumped ship then he took off
With no father to visit, no mom to go home to
Just a wide open sky where he could fly
With no father to visit, no mom to go home to
Just an open road where he could be free
(Little Houdini)
On a Friday in Florida at the
Daytona International Speedway
He was a fugitive on the run
Christopher made a quick escape
While being transported in a van that was
Picking up convicts state to state
He did it during a bathroom break
He hot-wired somebody's pickup in fact
Christopher had a long history
Of theft involving trucks
He was on route to Alabama
For stealing someone's travel trailer
Grand Theft Auto he was a career criminal
Jailbird who also
Had three outstanding warrants in his
Home state of Tennessee
It was an outstanding performance
That set him free (Little Houdini)
Stole a big rig, then a tour bus that
Belonged to Crystal Gayle
To evade a five state manhunt that wanted
To put that birdy back in jail
But they failed
Cause Christopher wasn't just
Running from cops
Christopher Gay was now racing a clock
His mother was dying and there was no time to
Be held inside of a cage with locks
So yall can turn up your nose and suck on
Your teeth and wag your finger like tsk-tsk
But he had to take the risk (Little Houdini)
There wasn't a single thing sinister in his
Decision to break from the prison
His only motive was to go back to his
Childhood home while his mom was still living
It wasn't a house
More like an old mobile camper
Where she was bedridden diagnosed
With colon cancer
Sometimes the only answer we're left with
When the loved one's name is
On the death list
Is to head for the exit's and go home
Christopher got the hell out of Texas
His abandonment was reckless
It prolonged his sentence
Y'all can forget it
He had numerous convictions and none
Were as strong as this
Unless you consider the other instance
He went the distance similar situation
It was a bizarre coincidence
When he escaped from the
Prison the first time
Not this time, but the one before
He visited his dad cause he was
Dying inside of a mental ward
Suffering from Alzheimer's
He paid respects, made his peace
When he was done, he didn't run
He returned himself back to the police
That's when his mom made her plea she said
"He knows what he done was wrong
But he knows his father don't got long
He's not a fugitive on the run
He's not dangerous, he's our son
He ain't never hurt no one
He knows what he's done was wrong
But he knows his father don't got long
He's not a fugitive on the run
He's our son"
This ain't no country western song
Christopher wasn't just running from cops
Christopher Gay was now racing a clock
His mother was dying and there was no time to
Be held inside of a cage with locks
So Y'all can go on tossing rocks And
Talk your talk like tsk tsk
Meanwhile Chris is stealing a
Tractor trailer from Wal-Mart an 18 wheeler
He's peeling rubber the bird
Takes flight down turnpikes
Three hundred thousand dollars
Worth of merchandise
But it ain't worth her life
Ran it off the road, and abandoned it
50 yards from his moms to avoid the cops
Thats half a football field
From her feeble arms after all this stuff
The tour bus, the pick up trucks
The tractor trailer, interstate chases
He put on the brakes and
Couldn't get close enough
The news reporters told people
To lock their doors
Like there was a monster on the loose but
There was no truth to those reports
His mom had weeks to live
And Chris had years to serve
They were within shouting distance
But I don't think he heard her final words
I don't think he heard her final words
She made her plea to the TV
"He knows what he's done was wrong
But he knows his mama don't got long
He's not a fugitive on the run
He's not dangerous, he's my son
He ain't never hurt no one
He knows what he's done was wrong
But he knows his mama don't got long
He's not a fugitive on the run
He's not dangerous, he's my son"
This ain't no country western song
The third time he escaped from a
State cop at the Georgia pit-stop
He just slipped out of the handcuffs
He jumped ship then he took off
With no father to visit, no mom to go home to
Just a wide open sky where he could fly
With no father to visit, no mom to go home to
Just an open road where he could be free
(Little Houdini)