Hit The Ground and Run

By Alan Doyle/Russell Crowe

Oh there's a wedding in the chapel
And the bride is oh so happy
And Daddy's got his shotgun in his hands
And the groom is sweatin bullets
As the priest steps to the pulpit
He's about to make this boy into a man

Chorus:

Sweet Jesus in the garden
Won't you grant this boy a pardon?
For its true he really don't know what he's done
You better lock the church door tight
Cause at the slightest crack of light
That boy is gonna hit the ground and run
He's gonna run, he's gonna fly
He's out the door and down the street
And he won't say goodbye
The diapers and diatribes of her Daddy on the rum
That boy is gonna hit the ground and run

Was it the rubbin' or the tuggin'
Put a bun in Nancy's oven?
She's prayin' she's not startin' to show
But the wedding's set for April
Oh and she's known since November
She ain't got a hell's chance in a ball of snow

Chorus:

Sweet Jesus in the garden
Won't you grant this boy a pardon?
For its true he really don't know what he's done
You better lock the church door tight
Cause at the slightest crack of light
That boy is gonna hit the ground and run
He's gonna run, he's gonna fly
He's out the door and down the street
And he won't say goodbye
The diapers and diatribes of her Daddy on the rum
That boy is gonna hit the ground and run

What in the Lord's name was he thinkin'?
You can't blame this all on drinkin'
You can count the family teeth upon one hand
Oh by midnight he was muddled
Oh his gene pool is a puddle
Now he might be the Daddy of his old man!

Chorus:

Sweet Jesus in the garden
Won't you grant this boy a pardon?
For its true he really don't know what he's done
You better lock the church door tight
Cause at the slightest crack of light
That boy is gonna hit the ground and run
He's gonna run, he's gonna fly
He's out the door and down the street
And he won't say goodbye
The diapers and diatribes of her Daddy on the rum
That boy is gonna hit the ground and run

He's gonna run, he's gonna fly
He's out the door and down the street
And he won't say goodbye
The diapers and diatribes of her Daddy on the rum
That boy is gonna hit the ground and run
That boy is gonna hit the ground and run
That boy is gonna hit the ground and run