Michael Ray Little: Music

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Sitting by the river with my good friend Roy
We robbed a store last night up in Illinois
Now we're counting the money
We're laying low
We heard the cops in theses parts
Are very slow
Sometimes the way a story ends
Ain't how the story goes

We ain't bad guys, we're just hungry that's all
Well there was that one time we took that rich man's son up in St. Paul
We can't find no regular work
Ain't got them kind of skills
So we keep a couple of women
Over in them Tahlequah hills
They keep us in booze
Keep us in pills - Uh oh

Oh Boy - 'Ol Roy

Woke up last night, had a fish in my shoe
These hiding spots are becoming far and few
Now we're alone in the Ozarks, watching it rain
'Ol Roy's all shot up, in the back of this cave
The history books will claim we could not behave
That's not really it
We just - uh oh

Oh boy 'Ol Roy