Текст:
Gettin' born in the state of Mississippi
Poppa was a copper and her momma was a hippie
In Alabama she would swing a hammer
Price you gotta pay when you break the panorama
She never knew that there was anything more than poor
What in the world, what does your company take me for?
Black bandana, sweet Louisiana
Robbin' on a bank in the state of Indiana
She's a runner, rebel and a stunner
On her merry way sayin', "Baby, what you gonna?"
Lookin' down the barrel of a hot metal .45
Just another way to survive