I out on the trestle waitin' for the whistle The 409 was right on again Lord, I'd a-got a lickin' if they caught me chicken But I was quite the practiced 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 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 lightning 'cross the Kansas skyline Like the tears that cried for her lost son I'd run, yeah, I'd run
I got older but no an' cheatin' fate got harder But I could out wit the Devil and his friends through whiskey, cards an' women, takin' more than I was givin' Throwin' love and to wind
Every I'd let some 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, like the 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 momma for her lost son I'd run, yeah, I'd run
There's broken hearts and bottles Dreams all to dust gone home to momma and cars all gone to rust If I could go and undo 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 like the lightning cuttin' 'cross the 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