Suicide Sal from Oklahoma Lottery by Karen Jonas

Gettin’ on the road again feelin’ mighty low slidin’ by like a rattlesnake just west of Texaco I been keepin’ quiet since old Clyde done flipped the car took a bridge they hadn’t built and I might not ever walk • Papers say we’re livin’ large but it’s no life at all we’re wanted ‘cross three states and we can’t hardly stop for lunch tried to rest at a tourist court in the middle of July we left with a bullet in Buck’s head and glass in Blanche’s eye • They call me suicide Sal but honey I don’t smoke cigars it was just a joke you know and I never shot no one three years on the run just about all a girl can do honey if you’re goin’ down I’m goin’ down with you • Hidin’ in an old carnival when someone called the law ‘round and ‘round like a carousel and Buck and Blanche got caught now they got a bounty on my head like all the rest they’re closin’ in like death but man they haven’t caught us yet • Well I ain’t so bad no sir I never laughed at death I been thinkin’ hard ‘bout what I done and God I do repent. Through the pines of Louisiana Clyde was drivin’ fast I took a long deep break who knew that it would be my last •

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