I stood out on the trestle waitin' for the The 409 was right on again Lord, I'd a-got a lickin' if they me playin' chicken But I was quite the practiced way back then
I saw the smoke above the And when the train came into I stood 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 Like a on the wrong end of a gun I'd run like the 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' fate got harder But I still out wit the Devil and his friends Went whiskey, cards an' women, takin' more than I was givin' Throwin' and caution to wind
time 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 feel the lock on my heart 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 momma cried for her lost son I'd run, yeah, I'd run
There's broken hearts and bottles Dreams all to dust Girls gone home to and cars all gone to rust If I go back and undo the hurt I'd done
I'd run like a gypsy, like the hounds of get me Like the 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