Songwriters on the Run

They both broke out of jail

And walked quickly to the nearest hill

Where they looked back

Upon the scale of what they'd done to get to the hill

And they had their songs packed away

And no time to waste or lose

And they had their songs to play

They made it to the nearest town

And found an empty house there to hide

The guards were tracking them down

But they both felt safe inside

And they had their songs to sing

And no time to waste or lose

And they had their songs to sing

They wondered where they should go

Remembered a club that they'd once played

Run by a lady named Jo who didn't mind if they stayed

Because she had her heart upon one of the men who played

And as he sang his song she saw that he felt the same

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