I out on the trestle waitin' for the whistle The 409 was on time again Lord, I'd a lickin' if they caught me playin' chicken But I was quite the liar way back then
I saw the smoke the treetops And when the train came view I still as a statue, but I knew what to do When I read the numbers on the front
I'd run like a gypsy, like the of hell'd get me Like a rabbit on the end of a gun I'd run like the lightning cuttin' 'cross the Kansas Like the tears that momma for her lost son I'd run, yeah, I'd run
I got older but no smarter an' cheatin' got harder But I still out wit the Devil and his friends through whiskey, cards an' women, takin' more than I was givin' Throwin' love and caution to
Every I'd let some beauty get a little too close to me She'd hang around just long enough to herself the key When I could feel the lock on my come undone
I'd run like a gypsy, the hounds of hell'd get me a rabbit on the wrong end of a gun I'd run like the cuttin' 'cross the Kansas skyline Like the tears that momma cried for her son I'd run, yeah, I'd run
There's broken hearts and bottles all gone to dust Girls gone home to momma and cars all to rust If I could go back and undo the hurt I'd
I'd run like a gypsy, like the hounds of get me Like the rabbit on the end of a gun I'd run like the lightning cuttin' 'cross the skyline Like the tears that momma cried for her son I'd run, yeah, I'd run, you I'd run, yeah I'd run