| Well, I sold my guitar for a diamond ring
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| Yeah the preacher’s daughter’s got a thing for me
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| With all of our stuff in a pick up truck
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| Yeah we’re headed out west in a cloud of dust
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| Runaway baby like a runaway train
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| Like a train comin' off the tracks
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| Runaway baby like a runaway train
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| Runaway and never look back
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| Runaway and never look back
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| Well, it’s a Vegas weddin' at the break of day
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| By a magistrate dressed in blue suede
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| Lost all of our cash on a roll of the bones
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| Had to pawn that ring just to get back home
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| In a cheap motel on the county line
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| Sneakin' back into town in the black of night
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| I heard the preacher screamin' through the motel door
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| Yeah he’s cursin' my soul in the name of the Lord
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| Runaway baby like a runaway train
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| Like a train comin' off the tracks
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| Runaway baby like a runaway train
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| Runaway and never look back
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| Runaway baby like a runaway train
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| Like a train comin' off the tracks
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| Runaway baby like a runaway train
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| Runaway and never look back
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| Runaway and never look back
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| Runaway and never look back |