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