Okay, I've done a second rewrite of this...I'm hoping it's better?
The newest changes are now in ALL CAPS.
Travis had originally suggested the Kissin' Cousin thing, and when I originally wrote it, I had contemplated that. But, I was too focused on the truth. However, I do think that it's better for the song. Thanks for steering me away from truth, Travis! laugh
When Michael said that no one likes a rat, I knew I had to include a rat! Thanks, Michael!

They’ve Got Me On the Run (2nd rewrite)

I caught THOSE COUSINS doing wrong
and told THEIR MAMAS (MY SISTERS BY LAW)
THIER first response was silky smooth
then I swear THEIR fingers turned into claws
I dodged THEIR blows and might have won
’til THEY recruited backup from THEIR clan
Turns out they’re rabid like THE REST
Gonna chase my hide in their beat-up van

CHORUS
They’re teaching me a lesson
They’ve got me on the run
Each one gave their blessing
They’re loading all theIR guns
The knives are being sharpened
A noose is being hung
The room is being darkened
Last rites are being sung

I’m a hillbilly by marriage
Trying to hold on to some of my roots
Where I come from COUSINS don’t kiss
And telling the truth don’t get you the boot
Look at ‘em there licking their chops
Hoping I’m roadkill by later tonight
A dead man might not tell no tales (but)
While I’m alive I’ll continue to write

BRIDGE
HEAR ‘EM CALLIN’ ME A NO-GOOD SNITCHIN’ RAT
BEARIN’ DOWN ON ME LIKE A HERD OF CATS

REPEAT CHORUS

(c) 2014, Lisa Gundling


They’ve Got Me On the Run (1st rewrite)

Thanks so much to Travis and Ricky! Based upon their feedback and great help, I’ve made some changes in ALL CAPS! Update: Thanks, Gus! I made that perceptive change of yours!


I caught my nieces doing wrong
and told their mama instead of the law
Her first response was silky smooth
then I swear her fingers turned into claws
I dodged her blows and might have won
’til she RECRUITED BACKUP from HER clan
Turns out they’re rabid just like her
GONNA CHASE MY HIDE in THEIR BEAT UP van

CHORUS
They’re teaching me a lesson
They’ve got me on the run
Each one gave their blessing
They’re loading all theIR guns
The knives are being sharpened
A noose is being hung
The room is being darkened
Last rites are being sung

I’m a hillbilly by marriage
TRYING TO HOLD ON TO SOME OF MY ROOTS
Where I come from sisters don’t kiss
AND TELLING THE TRUTH DON’T GET YOU THE BOOT
LOOK AT 'EM THERE licking their chops
Hoping I’m roadkill by later tonight
A dead man MIGHT NOT tell no tales (but)
While I’m alive I’ll continue to write

REPEAT CHORUS

(c) 2014, Lisa Gundling

Last edited by Lisa Gundling; 11/14/14 06:09 PM.