If the Law Don't Want You - Rodney Crowell, Mary Karr, Norah Jones

I love to see them straw dogs 'round my door

Come sneaking 'round my skirt tail looking for more

If you ain’t running from the past

You ain’t making my heart beat fast

You ain’t chugging your paycheck

You ain’t hugging on my neck

Well, I’ve been looking for trouble from the git

Them cowboys back where I come from won’t quit

Cutting up tires on an oyster shell

Siren screaming and he’s running like hell

Momma’s on the front porch staring him down

Ladies at the beauty shop coming unwound

If the law don’t want you, neither do I

I ain’t got no time to waste my shine

On a puppet with a clip-on tie

If the law don’t want you, neither do I

I hired that boy to cut my grass

Nailed down a shingle but it couldn’t get past

Staring at the bottom of his low-slung pants

Says he’s gonna take me to the big buck dance

If the law don’t want you, neither do I

I used to run wild down in Mexico

Hair jacked up and necklines plunging low

Some snake hip shirt rip giving me lip

Rifling my purse and stealing my tips

There’s something 'bout a man can affect that lean

Keeping his hat all yanked down mean

If the law don’t want you, neither do I

Play born to lose and you light my fuse

I’m a sucker for a bald-faced lie