I stood out on the trestle for the whistle The 409 was on time again Lord, I'd a lickin' if they caught me playin' chicken But I was quite the practiced liar way back
I saw the smoke the treetops And the train came into view I stood still as a statue, but I knew to do I could read the numbers on the front
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 Like the that momma cried for her lost son I'd run, yeah, I'd run
I got older but no smarter an' cheatin' fate got But I could still out wit the Devil and his through whiskey, cards an' women, takin' more than I was givin' Throwin' love and caution to
Every I'd let some beauty get a little too close to me She'd hang just long enough to find herself the key When I could feel the lock on my heart come
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' the Kansas skyline Like the tears that cried for her lost son I'd run, yeah, I'd run
There's broken hearts and broken Dreams all gone to Girls gone home to momma and cars all gone to If I could go back and the hurt I'd done
I'd run like a gypsy, the hounds of hell'd get me Like the rabbit on the 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, you know I'd run, I'd run