Coretta Scott - Cross My Fingers lyrics

He caught a train heading to sea-town from LA A paper soon to be money well spent but not enough to forgive him for what he's done still home, he heads Somebody's outlaw might make it home tonight Somebody's outlaw might make it home tonight, yeah, oh, yeah Mom always told me this was how to be a man slit her throat and disregard her only son I cross my fingers, hope to god I won't become a fake, a lie Somebody's outlaw might make it home tonight, yeah Somebody's outlaw might make it home tonight