Sorry for the crazy lady who kept screaming at her mom and going back and forth yelling about her bag Lyrics: Honey honey get the kids in the car now Put the cash in the trunk get the keys lets go Hit the biggest bank in Chicago for all it had We're the theives you know Remember the thing that I told ya Three years two moons ago? Promise I'll be right behind you But you're gonna die if you don't hit the road Keep your lights down Keep your voice down low Wear your hair down Whichever way you go And I'll meet you in Idaho Three kids in the back of a Cadi She said come here and kiss your wife I know you're real mad at me But you're on your way to some kind of life Daniel, John, and Abbi, Promise me you'll treat your mother nice Keep your lights down Keep your voice down low Wear your hair down Whichever way you go And I'll meet you in Idaho And I know you'll miss me I'm barely fifty Ain't comin' with me are all the debts I owe Don't have to kiss me just bare with me And I'll be back someday I hope And I know you'll miss me I'm barely fifty Ain't comin with me are all the debts I owe Don't have to kiss me just bare with me And I'll be back someday I hope Oh I hope Ohhhhhhhh I hope