I stood out on the trestle for the whistle The 409 was right on time 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 the treetops And when the train came into I stood as a statue, but I knew what to do I could read the numbers 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 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' cheatin' got harder But I could still out wit the Devil and his Went through whiskey, cards an' women, takin' more than I was Throwin' love and to wind
Every time I'd let some get a little 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 hounds of get me Like a rabbit on the end of a gun I'd run like the cuttin' 'cross 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 all gone 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 rabbit on the end of a gun I'd run like the lightning cuttin' 'cross the Kansas Like the tears that momma cried for her son I'd run, yeah, I'd run, you I'd run, yeah I'd run