Fleeing Carson City going 90 headed east
One hundred thousand dollars resting in my back seat
The cops are on my trail but they'll never catch me
I'm tearing up the road in my Mustang GT
Flying High, never die, no no
Reckless and free, never catch me
I just wanted the money, didn't want to cause harm
But that hero of a teller went and pulled the alarm
My anger took me over, I was seeing red
I turned the gun on him and shot him down dead
Flying High, never die, no no
Reckless and free, never catch me
What's that up above? Looks like a helicopter
What's that up ahead? Looks like a roadblock
I can't go back to the pen, So I slam my foot down on the gas
I gotta try and make it passed
Flying High, never die, no no
Reckless and free, never catch me
Tim Knecht - Reckless and Free Lyrics
Tim Knecht - Reckless and Free Lyrics
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Fleeing Carson City going 90 headed east
One hundred thousand dollars resting in my back seat
The cops are on my trail but they'll never catch me
I'm tearing up the road in my Mustang GT
Flying High, never die, no no
Reckless and free, never catch me
I just wanted the money, didn't want to cause harm
But that hero of a teller went and pulled the alarm
My anger took me over, I was seeing red
I turned the gun on him and shot him down dead
Flying High, never die, no no
Reckless and free, never catch me
What's that up above? Looks like a helicopter
What's that up ahead? Looks like a roadblock
I can't go back to the pen, So I slam my foot down on the gas
I gotta try and make it passed
Flying High, never die, no no
Reckless and free, never catch me
One hundred thousand dollars resting in my back seat
The cops are on my trail but they'll never catch me
I'm tearing up the road in my Mustang GT
Flying High, never die, no no
Reckless and free, never catch me
I just wanted the money, didn't want to cause harm
But that hero of a teller went and pulled the alarm
My anger took me over, I was seeing red
I turned the gun on him and shot him down dead
Flying High, never die, no no
Reckless and free, never catch me
What's that up above? Looks like a helicopter
What's that up ahead? Looks like a roadblock
I can't go back to the pen, So I slam my foot down on the gas
I gotta try and make it passed
Flying High, never die, no no
Reckless and free, never catch me
Writer: Timothy Knecht
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