I stood out on the waitin' for the whistle The 409 was right on time Lord, I'd a-got a lickin' if caught me playin' chicken But I was quite the practiced liar way 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 hounds of get me a rabbit on the wrong end of a gun I'd run the lightning cuttin' 'cross the Kansas skyline Like the tears that cried 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 Went through whiskey, cards an' women, more than I was givin' love and caution to wind
Every time I'd let beauty get a little too close to me She'd hang around just long enough to find the key When I could feel the lock on my come undone
I'd run like a gypsy, like the hounds of get me Like a 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
broken hearts and broken bottles Dreams all gone to 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, the hounds of hell'd get me the rabbit on the wrong end of a gun I'd run like the lightning 'cross the Kansas 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