Well, I Sold My Guitar For A Diamond Ring
Yeah The Preacher's Daughter's Got A Thing For Me
With All Of Our Stuff In A Pick Up Truck
Yeah We're Headed Out West In A Cloud Of Dust

Runaway Baby Like A Runaway Train
Like A Train Comin' Off The Tracks
Runaway Baby Like A Runaway Train
Runaway And Never Look Back
Runaway And Never Look Back

Well, It's A Vegas Weddin' At The Break Of Day
By A Magistrate Dressed In Blue Suede
Lost All Of Our Cash On A Roll Of The Bones
Had To Pawn That Ring Just To Get Back Home

In A Cheap Motel On The County Line
Sneakin' Back Into Town In The Black Of Night
I Heard The Preacher Screamin' Through The Motel Door
Yeah He's Cursin' My Soul In The Name Of The Lord

Runaway Baby Like A Runaway Train
Like A Train Comin' Off The Tracks
Runaway Baby Like A Runaway Train
Runaway And Never Look Back

Runaway Baby Like A Runaway Train
Like A Train Comin' Off The Tracks
Runaway Baby Like A Runaway Train
Runaway And Never Look Back
Runaway And Never Look Back
Runaway And Never Look Back