I out on the trestle waitin' for the whistle The 409 was right on again Lord, I'd a-got a if they caught me playin' chicken But I was quite the practiced liar way then
I saw the smoke above the And when the train into view I stood still as a statue, but I knew to do When I could read the on the front
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 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' fate got harder But I still out wit the Devil and his friends through whiskey, cards an' women, takin' more than I was givin' Throwin' love and caution to
Every time I'd let some get a little too close to me She'd hang around just long enough to herself the key When I could the lock on my heart come undone
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 the lightning cuttin' 'cross the Kansas skyline Like the tears momma cried for her lost son I'd run, yeah, I'd run
broken hearts and broken bottles Dreams all gone to Girls gone home to momma and cars all to rust If I could go back and undo the I'd done
I'd run like a gypsy, like the 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