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I stood out on the trestle waitin' for the whistleThe 409 was right on time againLord, I'd a-got a lickin' if they caught me playin' chickenBut I was quite the practiced liar way back thenI saw the smoke above the treetopsAnd when the train came into viewI stood still as a statue, but I knew what to doWhen I could read the numbers on the frontI'd run like a gypsy, like the hounds of hell'd get meLike a rabbit on the wrong end of a gunI'd run like the lightning cuttin' 'cross the Kansas skylineLike the tears that momma cried for her lost sonI'd run, yeah, I'd runI got older but no smarter an' cheatin' fate got harderBut I could still out wit the Devil and his friendsWent through whiskey, cards an' women, takin' more than I was givin'Throwin' love and caution to windEvery time I'd let some beauty get a little too close to meShe'd hang around just long enough to find herself the keyWhen I could feel the lock on my heart come undoneI'd run like a gypsy, like the hounds of hell'd get meSongtexteLike a rabbit on the wrong end of a gunI'd run like the lightning cuttin' 'cross the Kansas skylineLike the tears that momma cried for her lost sonI'd run, yeah, I'd runThere's broken hearts and broken bottlesDreams all gone to dustGirls gone home to momma and cars all gone to rustIf I could go back and undo the hurt I'd doneI'd run like a gypsy, like the hounds of hell'd get meLike the rabbit on the wrong end of a gunI'd run like the lightning cuttin' 'cross the Kansas skylineLike the tears that momma cried for her lost sonI'd run, yeah, I'd run, you know I'd run, yeah I'd run Aus Songtexte Mania