Backsliding Reprobate Blues Lyrics

Got a red rooster, got a red rose

Dirt on my fingernails, and on my toes

I’ll keep on digging until Mexico

Hold my breath, cover my nose

I’ll have me a drink, right there on the beach

Beautiful women within my reach

I’ll toast to lonely, I’ll toast to night

I’ll drink to dying, and cheers to life

Go down to Dublin, have me a pint

Steal me a car, or maybe a bike

Before they catch me, I’ll have some fun

There ain’t nothing like a life out on the run

They’ll tack my picture on every wall

Of every post office, and police hall

But I’ll be moving on into the sun

I’ll change my name and where I’m from

Hello, I’m Jack, last name Joe

By the moonlight, is when I’ll go

Maybe I will turn myself in

Probably not, I don’t mind living with sin

It’s that old backsliding, reprobate blues

Ain’t no use in hiding, it’s that old backsliding,

Reprobate blues

I’ll find me a woman, and settle down

In some breezy land, in some southern town

We’ll buy us a dog, name him Jed

Say our prayers each night in bed

Oh, please don’t strike me, down ‘O Lord

‘Cause I ain’t running anymore