Run

We grew up on the poor side of State route 109 learning right from wrong

Staying up all night smoking Cadillac cigarettes, talkin’ on the telephone

It’s a cold night, it’s a hard life in a small town, I watch the street lights blow

As I wait on MaryBeth Cantrell to sneak out the screen of her Mama’s backdoor

And she won’t know she’s gone until the morning

And my old man don’t give a damn if I’m gone

He’s an old man, had a hard life in s small town, it always comes to blows

When he’s had too much to drink and he figures I’m due for a bloody nose

Yeah he’s called me a son of a bitch and he’s called me a careless cowboy

Except I ain’t got no horse, ain’t got no one to account for

‘Cept for Marybeth Cantrell, she’s my baby, she’s my queen

Barely seventeen, stolen gasoline

Baby lets Run

And where you go I'll follow

So just roll that window down, and let that wind blow through your hair

Until tonight turns into tomorrow

Baby let’s run

Marybeth I know things are tough, getting tougher, and you think I'm crazy

But if you’d trust me just this one time girl, I swear we can make it

You know we ain’t got to live like them, lord knows they hate it

We can waste another one horse day or take a chance on greatness

And I promise that I’ll be a better man than the one that raised me

So let’s get out of this town

And watch that world go round

Baby lets Run

And where you go ill follow

So just roll that window down and let that wind blow through your hair

Until tonight turns into tomorrow

Baby lets…..

Run Run Run

Until tonight turns into tomorrow, baby lets run