Adam and Rose were barely 19
A whole road ahead, a life unfolding
Trying to figure out the quickest way out
Of this one horse north Alabama town
Scared of his own shadow
He ran the table and she ran the rest
Off and running wild
Adam and Rose and an unborn child
Adam was the son of a carpenter
A local deacon, a chosen one
Rose didn't know a day without harm
Until she found her way into poor Adams arms
Scared of his own shadow
He ran the table and she ran the rest
Off and running wild
Adam and Rose and an unborn child
The day they hit the road Adams momma cried
She prayed to the lord to keep him in his sight
Rose made other plans or so it seems
She left him standing out at exit 17
Scared of his own shadow
He ran the table and she ran the rest
Off and running wild
Adam and Rose and an unborn child
It's been 10 years or so since Rose passed away
On that October night or that November day
Adam still yearns and his heart gently aches
When the autumn wind blows
Scared of his own shadow
He ran the table and she ran the rest
Off and running wild
Adam and Rose and an unborn child
