The Ballad of Angel & Donnie

«I think I’m starting to get it,» he said
«Better write it down, girl, so you don’t forget it
«Three can keep a secret if two are in the ground
«That's how you keep a secret from coming back around»
He threw his .44 Mag on the seat in the back
drives a white Firebird, '85
Travis lives two hours south on 95
Angel’s Donnie
But half of the town still needed Donnie’s
When sudafed straight to the head
You made a little money getting poor folks high
The way he makes his money ain’t no business of mine
gonna do what it do
ain’t nothing wrong with the truth
Now the 5−0 is suspecting that he ain’t
He been looking around for something he ain’t seen
Can’t find the, can’t find no one around
«Angel!» he screamed, «Where the hell is Donnie at?»
Donnie’s halfway outta town when the police come around
and Travis were left to run the
But stupid and using don’t mix with seventeen
I heard it said «Don't mess with the boys from Alabama»
But these Bullock County boys, they got blood on their hands
Donnie come back to
A good woman’s gonna help her man
I can keep my mouth closed leave
nobody special kin
amputation is at least a God-send
Cody and Travis hands tied, on their knees
They killed that lawman, now they’re begging «Donnie, please!»
Two shot straight, right through the face
«Angel,» he said, and he looked in my eye
«The way I make my money’s just a business of mine
«gonna do what it do
«I know from what I’ve seen, ain’t nothing wrong with the truth»
«I think I’m starting to get it,» he said
«Better write it down, girl, so you don’t forget»