I stood out on the waitin' for the whistle The 409 was right on 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 the treetops And when the train came into I still as a statue, but I knew what to do When I could read the 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 lightning 'cross the Kansas skyline 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 could out wit the Devil and his friends Went through whiskey, cards an' women, takin' more than I was Throwin' love and to wind
Every time I'd let some beauty get a too close to me She'd hang around just long to find herself the key When I could feel the 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 that cried for her lost son I'd run, yeah, I'd run
There's hearts and broken bottles Dreams all to dust Girls gone home to momma and cars all gone to If I could go 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 the lightning cuttin' 'cross the Kansas skyline Like the tears that cried for her lost son I'd run, yeah, I'd run, you know I'd run, I'd run