I stood out on the trestle waitin' for the The 409 was right on again Lord, I'd a-got a lickin' if caught me playin' chicken But I was the practiced liar way back then
I saw the smoke the treetops And the train came into view I stood still as a statue, but I knew 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 on the wrong end of a gun I'd run the lightning cuttin' 'cross the Kansas skyline Like the tears that momma cried for her son I'd run, yeah, I'd run
I got but no smarter an' cheatin' fate got harder But I could still out wit the and his friends Went through whiskey, cards an' women, takin' more than I was Throwin' love and caution to
Every time I'd let some get a little too close to me She'd hang just long enough 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 Kansas Like the tears that cried for her lost son I'd run, yeah, I'd run
There's broken hearts and bottles Dreams all gone to Girls gone home to momma and all gone to rust If I could go back and undo the hurt I'd
I'd run like a gypsy, like the of hell'd get me Like the 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, you know I'd run, I'd run