They've found me out!
I have to leave, there's no time left to say goodbye
Don't worry dear, I'll be back soon, no need to cry
They've found me out!”
And when I drove away and saw her in that dress,
I thought my heart would break as it pounded in my chest
I headed for the hills and there I ditched the truck,
And searched the ridge hoping that I would be in luck

I hope I make it out alive,
'Cause tonight might end my life
I hope I make it out alive
I burned the house to watch the flames

And there I sat against the wall, twelve gauge in hand
I had a scheme, I had a plot, I had a dream, I had a plan
Then the lamp shattered, sending pieces to the floor
I laid right still in wait, and there he entered through the door
I heard the dogs and men, but still he had not spotted me
How will I make it out?” I sat and pondered, silently
I questioned, reasoned, doubted answers in my mind
And who would die that night in the Appalachian pines?

He saw me crouching there and shot
I felt the heat and saw the bullet streak, white-hot
But then I heard another shot!
But then I heard another shot!

I burned this house