I stood out on the trestle for the whistle The 409 was on time again Lord, I'd a-got a lickin' if they caught me playin' But I was quite the practiced liar way then
I saw the smoke above the And when the came into view I stood still as a statue, but I knew to do When I could read the numbers on the
I'd run like a gypsy, like the hounds of 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 older but no smarter an' cheatin' fate got But I still out wit the Devil and his friends Went through whiskey, cards an' women, takin' more I was givin' Throwin' love and to wind
Every time I'd let some beauty get a too close to me She'd hang around just long enough to find the key When I could the lock on my heart come undone
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 like the lightning cuttin' the Kansas skyline Like the that 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 momma and cars all 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 the rabbit 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, you know I'd run, I'd run