I stood out on the trestle waitin' for the The 409 was on time again Lord, I'd a-got a lickin' if caught me playin' chicken But I was quite the practiced liar way then
I saw the above the treetops And when the train came view I still as a statue, but I knew what to do When I could 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' 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' fate got But I could still out wit the and his friends Went through whiskey, cards an' women, more than I was givin' Throwin' 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 heart undone
I'd run a gypsy, like the hounds 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 momma cried for her lost son I'd run, yeah, I'd run
There's hearts and broken 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, the hounds of hell'd get me Like the rabbit on the end of a gun I'd run like the lightning cuttin' the Kansas skyline Like the that momma cried for her lost son I'd run, yeah, I'd run, you know I'd run, I'd run