I stood out on the trestle for the whistle The 409 was on time again Lord, I'd a-got a lickin' if they me playin' chicken But I was quite the liar way back then
I saw the above the treetops And when the train came into I stood still as a statue, but I what to do When I could read the numbers on the
I'd run a gypsy, like the hounds 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 momma for her lost son I'd run, yeah, I'd run
I got older but no smarter an' fate got harder But I could out wit the Devil and his friends Went through whiskey, cards an' women, takin' more than I was Throwin' and caution to wind
Every time I'd let some beauty get a too close to me She'd hang around long enough to find herself the key I could feel 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' 'cross the skyline Like the that momma cried for her lost son I'd run, yeah, I'd run
There's hearts and broken bottles Dreams all gone to 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 rabbit on the end of a gun I'd run like the lightning cuttin' 'cross the skyline Like the that momma cried for her lost son I'd run, yeah, I'd run, you know I'd run, I'd run