They've found me out! 

I have to leave, there's no time left to say goodbye. 

Don't worry dear, I'll be back soon, no need to cry. 

They've found me out!” 

And when I drove away and saw her in that dress, 

I thought my heart would break as it pounded in my chest. 

I headed for the hills and there I ditched the truck, 

And searched the ridge hoping that I would be in luck. 


I hope I make it out alive, 

'Cause tonight might end my life. 

I hope I make it out alive. 

I burned the house to watch the flames. 


And there I sat against the wall, twelve gauge in hand. 

I had a scheme, I had a plot, I had a dream, I had a plan. 

Then the lamp shattered, sending pieces to the floor. 

I laid right still in wait, and there he entered through the door. 

I heard the dogs and men, but still he had not spotted me. 

How will I make it out?” I sat and pondered, silently. 

I questioned, reasoned, doubted answers in my mind. 

And who would die that night in the Appalachian pines? 


He saw me crouching there and shot. 

I felt the heat and saw the bullet streak, white-hot. 

But then I heard another shot! 

But then I heard another shot! 


I burned this house; I burned it down. 


I burned this house to watch the flames, 

And I would do it all again, 

I burned this house to watch the flames, 

Just to watch the flames!