Ohio - Shovels & Rope

Oh me, oh my-o

Robbed at gunpoint in Ohio

And now I’m gone to Louisiana

With a bullet-proof bandana

Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh

I felt a little older, child support

And a mortgage on my shoulder

A nasty little high dollar habit

I’m gonna lose my arm

Before I pull out the rabbit

Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh

I had an inclination

Instead of draggin' it out

I’d take a permanent vacation

But when I, I lined up to talk to God

I kinda didn’t like the looks

Of the firing squad

Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh

I gotta a friend in Dallas

Got dirty little fingers

But his house is like a palace

He said, «there's something

You should know that I know:

A man can make a decent living

Off-a suckers in Ohio»

Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh