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 liar way back
I saw the smoke above the And the train came into view I stood still as a statue, but I knew to do When I could read the on the front
I'd run a gypsy, like the hounds of hell'd get me a rabbit on the wrong end of a gun I'd run the lightning cuttin' 'cross the Kansas skyline Like the that momma cried for her lost son I'd run, yeah, I'd run
I got older but no smarter an' fate got harder But I could still out wit the Devil and his Went through whiskey, cards an' women, takin' more than I was love and caution to wind
Every time I'd let beauty get a little too close to me hang around just long enough to find herself the key When I could feel the on my heart come undone
I'd run like a gypsy, the hounds of hell'd get me a rabbit on the wrong end of a gun I'd run like the lightning cuttin' 'cross the skyline the tears that momma cried for her lost son I'd run, yeah, I'd run
There's broken hearts and bottles all gone to dust Girls gone home to and cars all gone to rust 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 momma for her lost son I'd run, yeah, I'd run, you I'd run, yeah I'd run