We left town to the sound of buckshot rain Falling before our eyes to Walsh Pushed you and found ourselves At the end of a road far from the hand of the law I don't think we're welcome back there But I don't really like the way they live Never knowing from one minute to the next What's his or yours, or yours or his or what else I ain't used to asking for nothing I take what I want My momma never told me nothing Didn't have to go out and figure for myself Been running so long I feel like I'll be running when I catch my dying breath It ain't the little things that kill you It's what they come to add up to I just wish I didn't hear her voice In all the evil that I do I ain't used to asking for nothing I take what I want By the time we got to Medicine Hat It was plain we couldn't hold out til the lake Said to the boys better pull out Cut our loses before the Mississippi breaks Straight up and went about our ways I ain't seen one of them boys since I just hope my path don't double me back To where the trouble is again I ain't used to asking for nothing I take what I want