Christopher 
Daniel Gay was arrested on a 
FridayIn Florida, at the 
Daytona National 
FreewayChristopher 
Daniel Gay was arrested on a 
FridayIn Florida at the 
Daytona International 
SpeedwayHe was a fugitive on the run,
Christopher made a quick escapewhile being transported in a vanthat was picking up convicts state to state.
He did it during a bathroom break,he hot-wired somebody's pickup
In fact,Christopher had a long history of theftinvolving trucks,
He was on route to 
Alabamafor stealing someone's travel trailer
Grand Theft 
AutoHe was a career criminal, jailbirdwho also had three outstanding warrantsin his home state of 
TennesseeIt was an outstanding performance that set him free
Little Houdini
Stole a big rig, then a tour bus that belonged to 
Crystal Gayleto evade a five state manhunt that wanted to put that birdy back in jailbut they failed'cause 
Christopher wasn't just running from cops
Christopher 
Gay was now racing a clockhis mother was dyingand there was no time to be heldinside of a cage with locksso y'all can turn up your noseand suck on your teeth and wag your finger like tsk-tskbut he had to take the risk
Little Houdini
There wasn't a single thing sinister in his decisionto break from the prison
His only motive was to go back to his childhood homewhile his mom was still livingit wasn't a housemore like an old mobile camperwhere she was bedridden diagnosed with colon cancer
Sometimes,
The only answer we're left withwhen a loved one's name is on the death list
Is to head for the exits and go home
Christopher got the hell out of 
TexasHis abandonment was reckless
It prolonged his sentence
Y'all can forget it
He had numerous convictions and none were as strong as this
Unless you consider the other instance
He went the distance
Similar situation, it was a bizarre coincidence
When he escaped from the prison the first time,
Not this time, but the one before
He visited his dad
Cause he was dying inside of a mental ward
Suffering from 
Alzheimer's
He paid respects
Made his peace
When he was done
He didn't run
He returned himself back to the police
That's when his mom made her plea
She said:"He knows what he done was wrong,but he knows his father don't got longHe's not a fugitive on the runHe's not dangerous, he's our sonhe ain't never hurt no oneHe knows what he's done was wrong,but he knows his father don't got longHe's not a fugitive on the runHe's our son"
This ain't no country western song.
Christopher wasn't just running from cops
Christopher 
Gay was now racing a clockhis mother was dyingand there was no time to be heldinside of a cage with locks
So y'all can go on tossing rocks
And talk your talk like tsk tsk
Meanwhile 
Chris is stealing a tractor trailer from 
Wal-MartAn 18 wheeler, he's peeling rubber the bird takes flight down turnpikes
Three hundred thousand dollars worth of merchandise,but it ain't worth her life
Ran it off the road, and abandoned it50 yards from his moms to avoid the cops
Thats half a football field from her feeble arms
After all this stuff
The tour bus, the pick up trucks
The tractor trailer, interstate chases
He put on the brakes and couldn't get close enough
The news reporters told people to lock their doors
Like there was a monster on the loosebut there was no truth to those reports.
His mom had weeks to live
And Chris had years to serve
They were within shouting distance
But I don't think he heard her final words.
I don't think he heard her final words.
She made her plea to the 
TV"He knows what he's done was wrong,but he knows his mama don't got longHe's not a fugitive on the runHe's not dangerous, he's my sonhe ain't never hurt no oneHe knows what he's done was wrong,but he knows his mama don't got longHe's not a fugitive on the runHe's not dangerous, he's my son"
This ain't no country western song.
The third time he escaped from a state cop at a 
Georgia pit-stop
He just slipped out of the handcuffs, he jumped ship then he took off
With no father to visit and no mom to go home to
Just an open road where he could be free
Little Houdini
With no father to visit, no mom to go home to
Just a wide open sky where he could fly
With no father to visit, no mom to go home to
Just an open road where he could be free
Little Houdini
With no father to visit, no mom to go home to
Just a wide open sky where he could fly
With no father to visit, no mom to go home to
Just an open road where he could be free
Little Houdini
With no father to visit, no mom to go home to
Just a wide open sky where he could fly
With no father to visit, no mom to go home to
Just an open road where he could be free
Little Houdini