Pretty straightforward. Dude's runnin' from the law tryin' to get to Mexico. Stuff happens. He's telling the story to a judge, hence the title.
Edit: At the time of upload I couldn't go into it. Now I've got a bit of time. The narrative is weak, we don't know the context of the murder the character keeps bemoaning, which is something that I should've dealt with. I pigeonholed the narrative into the parameters of the assignment rather than exploring what happened to the character. This lyric was lazily done. It's not my favorite lyric by any stretch, but the tune itself was musically catchy enough for me to live with in spite of that obvious weakness.
Also, the trip begins on state highway 19 in Kansas, then ends up on Southbound I-35 out of Wichita. It's not clear in the lyric. I tried to be true to the geography of the trip. I even pulled out Google maps n' shit.
Edit II: Shit. Odd numbered state highways go east and west, not north and south. Fuck it. Nineteen rhymed when I needed it to and I don't care.
lyrics
Climbin up walls can't let it go
Smoking road down to Mexico
Riding
Dirty
Was just hauling that white
Southbound highway 19
Started out round Wichita
Had some bad luck south of Ardmore
Law man
Saw me
Had to ditch my ride
No you can't outrun that CB
Rage inside try to rule my world
Gonna lose my mind try to kill my hurt
I didn't murder that man
Though it did occur to me
Stuck on foot in sandy nowhere
So goddamn hot it'd curl your hair
Southbound
35
She was a mighty fine ride
Only lost about a day or three
Found some new wheels out in Sivell's Bend
Made some mighty good time cross that river Red
Almost
Home free
Just gotta keep my cool
And a pistol underneath this seat
Rage inside try to rule my world
Gonna lose my mind try to kill my hurt
I didn't murder that man
Though it did occur to me
Riding it hard past the Texas state line
Dallas-Fort Worth they done passed me by
Goodbye
Abilene
Make an Austin stop
City limits for a bite to eat
Blue devils got me north of Laredo
Might as well live don't wanna run no mo'
Judge, please
Wasn’t me
I didn't shoot that man
Though i damn sure look guilty
Nobody gonna save my soul
No one gonna give control
Hangman
Call a priest
'Fore they stretch my neck
Send a message to the Lord from me
Rage inside try to rule my world
Gonna lose my mind try to kill my hurt
I didn't murder that man
Though it did occur to me
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