Truckstop Souvenir: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)
• MP3 short clip, lo-fi play (modem)

So you think that you know me
‘Cause you see me on the news
Well I been reading all about my life
Just like you

And I hear what they’re saying
It’s all a pack of lies
And you got no call to judge me
Till you seen it through my eyes

They found my daddy lying there
Bloody in his bed
I can tell you long before that night
I was wishing it was me instead

You say, a killer at fourteen
What kind of girl is she
Got the devil coursin’ right through her veins
Just as evil as she can be

Well Mama left when I was five
And Daddy, he just turned mean
The whiskey fueled his anger
Like nothing I’d ever seen

He’d come to me in the middle of the night
In a fog of that wicked stuff
Couldn’t see my face in the dark
He left me crying when he’d had enough

Nine years is a long, long time
To live in that kind of hell
So I stabbed him once for every year
Just before night fell

Now I’m running from the law
And I’m wondering how far I’ll get
Well I don’t care if they hang me tomorrow
I’m done paying Mama’s debt

A killer at fourteen
Yeah, I know what you see
But the devil, he ain’t running through my veins
No, he was living there with me

A killer at fourteen
It’s a high price put on me
But the devil, he was living inside my Daddy
And now we both are free