20 Yards

Twenty yards is a long way to run With a stolen baby And a loaded gun The last twenty yards  Is a long way to go When you’re crossing the border Into Mexico Oh, woah We got twenty yards Oh, woah Only twenty yards Momma didn't want him She OD'd and died I got family waiting On the other side Judge says I can't have him Cause I'm on parole But ain't nobody gonna Put him in a home Oh, woah We got twenty yards Oh, woah Only twenty yards What I did to get him You don't want to know Left a couple Texas Rangers In the road Pretty sure the two of us Are gonna be great Once we make our escape From the Lone Star state Oh, woah We got twenty yards Oh, woah Only twenty yards Twenty yards is a long way to run With a stolen baby And a loaded gun The last twenty yards  Is a long way to go When you’re crossing the border Into Mexico