My father was a bankrobber

Creeping down the alleyway,
winter moonlight bebop sound.
Blues tunes can't keep me down.
Cops in the searchlight, tracking all moves in town..
Leaving fast, in its glory, carrying all that shiny,
Leaving in a blast, oh bankrobber, going where they cant find me.

Driving down the highway,
son of the earth, gods only child,
crook with power, grace and style.
This leather seat, my ears filled with coltrane,
It's o'70, my car's stuck on second gear, no fear, cutting through the rain.
Before they find me I'll be gone, gone alone, home.